deliberate amnesia

violets

box of fears

a new frequency

Inspiration is weird.  Is this a love poem?  I don't know.

if

somewhere, anywhere

echoes of emotion
like gentle waves
on sun dappled shores
irritate as sand does
in unwanted crevices
a wafting scent of sadness
soft songs of longing
and a building need
 to
  just
  g o

bruises

"poking bruises isn't self harm",
I tell myself
as I continue
to press press press
on the tender spots

because reasons