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how it has been

i’m back there

to how i

used to be

to the best the best.


i fall in love a bit with

everyone i meet.


i’d like all the

mundanity; your

favourite hairbrush

and how long you shower

for and the way

you stand when you brush your teeth.


i’d love to know everything.


i’d love to adore

everyone exactly how they are.

there’s so much

subtlety and promise

in the curve of an honest smile.


i love everyone i meet.


i love so much it makes me cry.


in some lights you can’t see that

i have any nail polish on,

just like how

in some lights, the

scar tissue on my back

doesn’t exist. (metaphorical)


Angels survive the

most and love the

most and

will find you in every

version of every life.


in some universe, everything

worked out the way i wanted.

but in that universe, i

cry and mourn what i needed.

in this universe i

sit content with

the knowledge i am taken care of

and i

dare to love


i dare i dare i dare

i have the courage to love.

no shame. none.

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