you and I’ve been breaking bones since we met

I spent years picking myself apart trying to find the reason why

I am not picking up petals from a lovesick relationship, packing up my feelings as we’re packing up the car

you feel like sunflowers, sunsets, and sea breeze

sometimes it’s okay to bury your pain. this is how

Give me a man who is water first. fire, air then earth. because water cools my fire and his fire caresses my rain in a way that makes my shoulders smolder all the way

her bones grew roots

and these roots grew trees

and the trees called the flowers

and the flowers called the bees

can we get away for just a few days? I would take even just 24 hours if I

before the wind blows I want to pick up your old tired bones

you tell me they are green and I should know this because the men with green eyes always pull me in and you joke that maybe I am colorblind

I take my new lover to the earth first

to see how they love my mother

kissed by the ocean today. the earth holds me the way a mother should This trip has been a celebration of coming back to myself