just like pizzle pieces
your love filled up all the missing space
activating a piece of my mind
that has been dormant for years.
What colors does the world have when everything is at peace?
Right now all we have is red,
staining our vision and our streets.
A woman is the source of all life;
and you had the audacity to steal life
The core rots from the inside out until the feather touch of an angel's forgiveness cleans all your sins.
-I was always good with my hands
Trying to remember you is like trying to remember the feeling of snowflakes fall on my cheeks after living in the tropics for two years.
You can split yourself across as many bodies as you want but they will never fill the hole in your heart
When will you cease to be a lattice my brain needs to untangle?
If you were an angel what kind of wings would you have?
You were oblivious to the shower of love you bathed in every day,
but your soul wasn’t.
-do you notice me now?
Your delicate hand touched
the stream of my soul,
and just like that everything was illuminated