damaged goods

you found me on the road

a wandering stray, weighed down by the past

you took me in

made me yours

and nursed me back to health

I smiled and watched yours fade

at first you grew distant

then you became angry

and soon, you began ripping off the bandages you had so delicately placed

tearing the stitches out

only to sow them back in again and again

I wasn’t your lover

I was your patient


your lips were cold

pressed against my forehead

a slight shock back to reality

reassurance emanated from your skin

your aura dispensing calmness

your eyes portraying compassion

the healer

the nurturer

bring me back to life

into a world under your protection

for I am still weak from the fall

inside the lines

surrounded by beauty

but I couldn’t take my eyes off you

drawn to your passion

a moth basking in your soft glow

a subtle flicker of your eyes

can send me spiraling

where did you come from?

because it certainly wasn’t from here


‘you shouldn’t be here’
she said, anxiously waiting for the alarms to sound

that’s never stopped me before

we kissed,
and transported to somewhere warm
where we were safe
if only for an everlasting second

as long as our lips touch
we don’t have to leave this place
and as long as you’re here
I’ll never let you go

meeting you

shrouded in hopes

in anxious, timid hopes

swirling, pouring down, filling up

a rubber band stretched taut

a shopping cart hanging off the edge of a cliff

all of this potential, soon to be a whirlwind

I want to be caught in the storm

I want the tornado to lift me

Lift me up

and bring me home