#poetryscribble

i once asked the dark to answer me, and called the echo proof.

the pull, mistaken for promise. the shadow, mistaken for depth.

i knew you by reflection, and your fumbling, sewn-on hands

called me sun, but kept me dim. so i turned my face,

the overlap, the pause, then gap, love on tap - came through when i no longer had a thought to think, or you.

and just in time, i read the room: secondhand friends-to-lovers, sun-from-moon. something new took my eyes from you.

wings unclipped, loosened grip - off i went, a leaping fool.

truer love awaited, even more fated, not abdicated.

or maybe the virgo moon made the prior devastation overridden, overruled.

but that you, a bird itself, secretly escaped your own cage first,

to love another bird, possessively... the only way you knew how,

I'm incredibly wrapped up

A tiny teabag tapping on the blade of sharp grass.

I'm not disintegrating. Not yet.

I'm healing, like an echo to the edge of a forest

Growing in and then out after me,

It blooms.

My contents spill in the mud, they feel stuck

And every tread and track tucks me into the ground

But soon,

With a little warmth and a little growth,

I'll sprout and meet my defiance