I’ve spent so much time being told I’m not enough the way I am that I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be appreciated.
You love this world with a weight that is rare.
She’s not happy—
You know it as she stares back at you
with dead eyes filled with
debris of broken stardusts
I remember telling you once that I wanted to live near the ocean, a beachfront home. You said you could never do it, that sharks scared you more than anything.
And I struggle with whether I can forgive
with whether he deserves my forgiveness after choosing to not be in my life for 21 years.
Men need to learn to control themselves — legs do not mean sex.
I wish for the stars to dance for you — just for you.
And you haven’t been here
even since that first day
running across the sand
I choose me.
We’d make love to ourselves, talking out our bright futures, then make love to each other, grasping for a depth that had not been explored by most of our peers.
Poetry has been an underused medium to tell a story but this is in the process of changing.