She doesn’t sleep
cause she’s manic as fuck,
and she knows what she needs,
what she needs isn’t sleep.
Just a pencil. Just the paint.
Just the blank canvas.
Just to bleed her depression and rage from her brain to the page.
dh 02.26.23
Longing for the one I had to leave behind.
I see the stars in your sky
smiling at me enthusiastically,
And know you see the tears in my eyes-
I’m sorry- I know you didn’t mean to die.
Sometimes the grief spills over,
At losing your beautiful soul.
Sometimes it all feels so cold,
When the ones you love-
There’s no way to hold.
So I’m sorry that my smile cannot gleam,
as you do in the sky,
But
when you died, I lost a piece of me too.
dh 2.12.22
Six out of seven,
days and nights-
in between then,
you brought to me a heaven.
Gravitational pull with you and I,
Tectonic shifts between the tides
You’re moving me in ways of
Pure
heartstrings,
Burning
desire.
Feeding my fears to the fire,
Erasing the doubts,
Not knowing the bouts and definitions
On the expedition we’ve inquired.
The space between us
makes me want you more
How did day three allow my hearts adore?
All the walls I’ve build so tall-
Six out of seven
And now I’ve nervously destroyed them all.
I no longer feel packed
To fit in the palm of a hand
In the safety of your arms,
I simply, and wonderfully,
am.
dh 01.30.23
