Instead of worshipping a creator or man, I cared fully for myself, and felt no guilt and confessed nothing, and in this place I wrote, I was nourished, and I grew
I love to kiss the pictures in your skin
there is nothing but the long list of lost chances
you’re a dreamer and that scares me
come or go but don’t just stand there in the doorway
may you crack before I do.
I am only just getting started
lostness is always there on the lip of everything
as a flower, is defiant.
Cherry, it’s me. It’s time to wake up.