These hands gave more than they were ever able to carry.
But letting go never felt any lighter.
lies flow from your roots
bitter sweet
i feed on the fruit grown
i made a home out of you
and in these walls I found
that there is not enough room
for all of me
but I am so lost in you
I was never afraid of Friday The Thirteenth
I guess it’s because I found comfort in knowing that
for just once in their lives
people would know what it’s like to expect bad things to happen to them.
I tried to measure happy
in numbers
like a recipe
that no matter how closely
I followed
I could never quite get it right
I always tell people that I’m sensitive to their vibes / I can feel the good, the bad, and even the empty / Like static wires as water drips / I lick my finger and flick the switch.
– I feel you
i’m not saying
you don’t have a right to
experience that wave of emotion
the kind of wave that leaves ripples
as the water recedes
you have to think
before you show me those colours
life hasn’t been kind
i can be angry
i can be the thunder and the lightening
or hurricane and tsunami
but life was never kind enough
to let me be that way
without letting it consume me entirely.
Ghost Flower 