#poetry in the queue for a bit so i can desensitize myself to sharing it without freaking out

[mooshine-daisies]

3 pieces of a fairytale:

i. she held my hand like i was an evergreen,

pine needle fingers twisted up like vines

and,

a soft smile like sunshine,

there was something about the way she never let me turn brittle she said,

if you ever hold life in your hands you shouldn't break it

and who knows why i've never run out of air for her to breathe

except,

the bark chips hidden in her pockets haven't run out of oxygen as long as they're close by

ii. i laid down on the fallen tree and,

it stretched across glacial water that you could still see fighting,

i'm not a solid,

i'm not supposed to be solid,

ice will find it's way home before i ever do and that's okay-

because it's my turn to listen,

to the current,

to the forces that pull me without saying why

iii. she told me i was a sunflower,

and i got mad at the cliché or maybe,

the whispered secrets from close lipped tulips have always spoken louder,

spoken in lavender tongues that said to slow down,

whispered like a honeycomb drip that grew down into tangled roots,

she told me i was getting kissed by a marigold and never explained it

[mooshine-daisies]

feb. 26, 2020 7:42pm

i thought it would be cinnamon apples,

but forgot i choked on the skin,

coughed up brown mud puddles that burned clean through my nose

empty lungs and fresh air can feel like love when it's just an idea

we were good at believing that cum meant forever,

until fucking you goodbye felt more like an apology for leaving and not knowing why,

the salt from ocean air can fill up in the back of your throat like cement,

when you learn that you can't make love on a sea breeze

[mooshine-daisies]

04.21.20 - 7:41pm

i'm forgetting and

turning it into the feeling

of brushing a kiwi against my lips,

your name never stayed sweet without melting and there's no need to remember how

spit up seeds looked like teeth in the sink with their berry blood so,

i'm hiding that fuzzy feeling you gave me under my tongue

though it tickles,

because your spoon never scraped everything clean away

you never thought it was all worth keeping