Saturday, November 28, 2015

hiding

i talk about monsters all the time
honey.
my monsters dont hide under beds or 
in the shadows or between hours of the night.
my monsters live in my closet.
i live in a closet.
a bit like harry potter
but not under the stairs. stars.
but i will never be freed from 
here.
in my land
i am the monster.
they will burn me down if they found out.
but i will hide here until they do.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Storm

Have you ever met a storm?
I have.
A storm is a kind of person that will take you least expect it.
You don't see it,
I didn't see it.
You don't see it until it nearly blows you away.

She was dressed in winds and hurricanes,
her hair adorned with clouds.
She was beautiful,
God, she was.
You leave her behind because you aren't strong enough to hold her heart.
I know I left her behind.
I will be back for you. I promise.