Crave

You are my cigarette.
You gave me cancer.
Sweet aroma of regret,

clings to my skin for hours.

The only cure to radiate
my soul with fear and hate.

Yet I'll always know,
deep down in my chest,

I crave you with every breath.
You are my cigarette.

Preview

Daffodils are tiny cups of sunshine
blazing through the cold earth,

bursting forth just long enough
to take a sip.

Self Justification

I'm just a girl
armed with power that rejects awareness,
and flirts coyly with hindsight.

To some,
I'm an excuse for vanity,
a version of mocked perfection
dripping with extra security.

To them,
I'm just a toy.

I'm just a girl,
walking in old shoes,
using comfort
to hide from change.

To me,
new shoes,
new blisters.

Blind Date

Surfing an avalanche of marbles
while eating feet for dinner;

drunk on generic hope.