i have a legacy to protect
for breaking names
and taking hearts
(yes, i noticed)
out here in the wildwood all you see
is what you think you see
do you see?
live tastefully | respect boundaries
we are only as free as we allow ourselves to be
and sincerely,
i want you to know
it doesn’t matter
what you think of me, or if you do at all.


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.


free verse. rosé inspired. rainy night.