Fruit

You sound like the softest velvet plum Vinegary As in I crave the tanginess between my lips. If people have a taste you’re red wine Crisp and all-encompassing Paired well with my all my sides.

To all the boys who have made me feel stupid before

While my heart isn't the playground where you used to tease and be mean to the girl you liked, let me borrow it as a metaphor. My heart is the chains connecting the swings to the wooden posts; it is the wooden posts themselves, proudly standing like flagpoles and as firm as life itself, taking [...]

Why must you speak in riddles

For someone who loves words, and loves telling stories There are very few secrets I want to keep Only a few moments I'd like to keep to myself Not that many memories I put in the little music box. For some things when shared are ruined They wilt when they are exposed to the surface [...]

Dry riverbed

Some days the words flow so quickly I wonder if they even belong to me at all, this outpouring river of metaphors and explanations and questions - and then the next days I am but a mute person, my words abandoning me into a silent mess, unable to express myself or summarize one mere thought- [...]