There are many things I want to tell you and even more want to be true: you will know your beauty and your worth you matter this story ends well
Tag: free-verse
Sensitive But Unclassified
These secrets small lush treasures bright jewels tucked in corners and among filing papers Pyrite, more than miner's love still the work of a thousand ten thousand years My treasure subtle enough to evade your care and attention in the end I am sensitive but unclassified
Late
You stayed up late laughing, slapped drunk hands on tables while the rest of us pretended to sleep I didn't have a heart to scold you But wondered how much irritation was exhaustion and how much longing for a youth I lacked the courage to live
Tonight
All day we occupied our minds and hands with what we thought needed our doing Tonight we tell ourselves it was enough and mattered, that we, too mattered And that tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow we might matter still or at last
Makeover
I want the quick fix radical transformation makeover montage In lieu of the miracle question (if I woke tomorrow and) let's cut to the miracle But here I am breathing slowly water wearing away stone
Coincidence
You spit on the street as we pass maybe you need to do that anyway have some bad taste in your mouth and it is just coincidence or maybe you are not brave enough to tell me to go home
Some Days
Some days I am too tired to listen to stories, yours or mine I am disconnection navigating this dreamscape more observer than actor These words are not mine breath is not mine there must be a person to have me and mine But this is only wind moving dry leaves
Ntozake
i found god in myself & i loved her/I loved her fiercely
Ntozake Shange
She is right there just where you ae afraid she might be and more than you hoped which is what really blows it all apart: it is too much to know that you could be loved, loved, loved like that
Half
A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.
Rumi
I want to ask if you know what it is to love half-hearted but who among us doesn't, really? See we love this way more often than not and in thirds and quarters, too We think we are clever to guard ourselves like this but it is our own hearts cheated it is not only your half love for me I must decline but my own fractured ways of loving
wai guo ren
I am an object of curiosity your eyes brighten at the sight of my pale hair and eyes strange accent odd mannerisms I smile and say women dou shi Meiguo ren we are both Americans
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