found my way into your castle of brown

now i’m a curious stranger
enchanted by your softness.
Let me be a tourist in an unknown store;
i’ll be patient in your vastness.

my fingertips glide across volumes.
tell me, which one do I choose?
I have forever in your world,
but find me a beginning worth my muse.

my footsteps echo
in this world left empty and ancient.
but i’d read you cover to cover;
Shaking brown dust off brown titles and ordered pages.

my yellow tulips grow in your grounded brown.
like belle in castle;
with you, I’d like to find my way
out of this provincial town.

forever might be short

I’m living each moment like I’m going to be here forever Buying furniture like we’re building a home together Getting a mortgage like we’d never split the difference Flying like Icarus, wings spread, soaring towards the sun. But we’ve both been through these roads before forever would be short this time again But each time we pause, I wish for a night where dusk turns to dawn, and the memory stays like the songs of my youth, I remember every word from.

A voice is here, telling me what to say. A voice is here guiding my way.

The place you once called home is now a stranger place than the outside world. And you’re wondering what went wrong; what changed that you’re having to wager so much trying to be sane. This is getting difficult, there’s no way out. But there’s a voice telling me what you want to hear. And I bring forth kindness and love, comfort food and soup that we’ll reheat and share. I’ll tell you stories of times before that I’ve heard from someone else. There’s something holding you down, but you don’t want to go there. And I’ll hold you and tell you, there’s nothing else you need to do but stay. We’ll solve puzzles together and I’ll make you hot tea or coffee. We’ll sit outside and stare at gardens, till the end of daylight. Times have been difficult and being strong isn’t easy. You’ve found ways to survive but we’re meant for more than just breathing. All essentials taken care of, what would you like more of? A while we play, and sing. A while we listen to some music. But alas I leave, ...

This is a poem about romanticising love as an escape from adult everydayness

As I step into adulthood, this slow and unwished crawl; I yearn for conversations that focus on the ‘it-ness’ of it all. Where you calmly say to me ‘It’s been a rough week and I yearn for more peace where I can walk beneath the trees without a rush’. And I say “I feel like I’m getting pulled from all sides, although all of this is my choice. I am grateful for my life. To have a job, and a family who loves me. But I am tired. And I can’t be grateful when I’m tired.” I yearn for conversations at the end of the day, or in the middle, when days have ceased to exist, and we count our lives as the breaks between work. And I ring a reminder of the truth that ‘I love you. I’m glad I have this love that provides a respite from the chaos and the hurry-ness of this world.” Although we both know, that we will rush this convers...

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