Poetry

the daisy

a marriage of words soaked together with rosé
grade school playground feelings
things still look black and white
still basic, still innocent, still free
(if only you knew)
— where is your light, when the dark creeps in?
it’s funny, i’m more comfortable in the dark.
i cover my face like it means something to be white
like it means i am more or less human
human first
there is no hiding these feelings
apple cheeks tell secret stories
when some people are like vines you trip on
and others are flowers so sacred you can’t touch
and somewhere in between grew the daisy
strong, pleasant and surprisingly rare.

M.

free verse. rosé inspired. rainy night.

Poetry

I learned from the girl

i learned from the girl that lives inside of me
saying no is harder than saying yes
being gentle takes practice
and hate is easier than love

i learned from the girl that lives inside of me
that somedays just being is a chore
that my thoughts are like a crossword i can’t finish
and extra effort is not always rewarded

i learned from the girl that lives inside of me
that there is no greater light than a reached goal
there is no greater love than self love
and a smile is often enough

i learned from the girl that lives inside of me
that i won’t always have the answers
that time will pass regardless of my schedule
and my best is all that is required

M.