My favorite part of your body Are your hands. They feel like Warmth Sun Light And a little more Ethereal to the touch Than the rest of us. *Inspired by Rupi Kaur
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.
He converses with me in his converse sneakers And pulls me in with a silence that holds me up in his arms. The sharp edges of his body match his intensity And beat into me to bring my heart back to life again From its long sleep.
My eyes hold the dark Like an open tomb My mouth cries out For someone to look at me— I hear the boards creak. I feel the walls crack As dust fills my nose And the floors shake Like an earthquake. Light crawls through the spaces And my body relaxes. I am not alone in… Continue reading You Found Me
I am scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of ISIS, terrorism, disease, and people hiding in the dark, waiting for people like me. I am scared of him. I am scared of being alone, and having no one to go to. I am scared of disappointing my parents, getting pregnant before I get married,… Continue reading This is Not a Black and White Story