Poetry

New Flames 

Crash and burn all the same, and yet they hurt more.

That –  

Electrifying, 

Igniting, 

Burn you to your CORE 

Intensity – 

Means nothing when you realize 

You started the fire yourself. 

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Poetry

I dated a girl 

With “enough is enough” 
Tattooed on her arms 
On her spine was “is” 
So when they were apart 
Each arm was 
Enough. 
But her spine – 
Her spine was 
IS her spine 
IS her body
IS her soul 
IS 
Is to be more than here 
She was where she was 
But she is: 
Life 
Effort 
A good fuck 
When the world caved in 
She was the universe 
If every second is 
If every breath is 
She was enough