letting go is usually easy for me
I know that most people are temporary

they are always surprised when my tongue comes whipping out

men come to me for healing
I lick their wounds clean

I’m trying to be more

my spine is made of stems growing

I am leaving butterfly kisses on flowers that I grew from my body

did I love you too well, too quickly?

You do not get to pick and choose the parts of me that you love as if you’re picking petals from a flower

I will plant my heart in the garden where the lovers went to die and

do the layers of my skin make you weak

does my open tongue sting you even when she comes gently

dear god,

it’s been a while. I haven’t missed the old you that much. but sometimes I miss the old me. the one that was so

maybe it’s me

maybe I don’t have the capacity for a healthy relationship

maybe I fall in love too quickly

my expectations are suffocating