Borrowed History

We borrowed our history,

collaging it together to create

a more appropriate narrative

where the building blocks

were cut from books we read

and movies we watched together.

We pretended to exist on a plane

where we cast no shadows,

existing only in fragments of time

skipping like a dreamscape

from narrative to narrative.

Beauty and the Beast

It is only when we

learn

to love

the ugliness

within,

accepting that the

beast

is just another form of

beauty

hiding behind

self-loathing

and insecurity

that we can become

a whole rose

again

with days and days of

wild blooming

ahead of us.

A heart that loves

A heart that loves

fiercely

breaks

ten times

during a day.

A heart that loves

faithfully

mends

ten times

during a day.

A heart that loves

unconditionally

becomes

a patchwork

of joys

and sorrows

with seams

of glowing stiches

sown together

by the resilient

soul.

Without

the heartbreaks

there would be

no healing,

without

healing

there would be no

glowing seams

uniquely crisscrossing

the living heart.

Being and Empath

I’d rather

lose

myself

than see you

lose

in life.

I’d rather

be the one

crying

than see you

hurt.

And no,

this is not

a love poem.

“You”

are the one reading

this poem

and everyone

who is not.

You see,

if it is my

pain,

it is mine

to heal.

If it is your

pain,

it is still mine

but not mine

to heal.