Me (a poem)

Me

I think I’m falling in love

I’m growing to adore my silhouette

the shape of my closely-trimmed head

the shadow of my eyelashes on my pillow

that I see mid-blink

I’m beginning to dance to the sound

of my own heartbeat

tapping my toes, moving

to the groove of life

I don’t listen for yours anymore

I have my own rhythm to follow

I’m falling in love with silence and

with the whisper of my breath

light and precious

as the white wings of a moth

My near-transparent skin, soft as silk

and warm as an August afternoon

in my own hands—I am

my own heal-all

The webs you weave

they entrance me

intricately, yet messily designed

but they will not hold me

These pale, scarred and calloused,

frail but skilled hands

hold each other

This heart beats for itself, regardless

of whom it may ache for,

and my ears listen

in attentive endearment

~3/17/17

I've been in Ireland for the past two weeks, but I am back and hoping to post every week now (...instead of every month). Also note that the dates written under my poems are when I began working on them. I will probably be posting some that are older and have since been edited. As always, thank you for reading :)

“There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving, and that's your own self.” ― Aldous Huxley