Unfolding in the dark against your translucent skin like lotus petals blossoming against lily pads.
If anyone can tell me and give me tips on how to budget and do life things on a small paycheck considering as I am horrendous, let a sister know because that would be really helpful.
Things to remember: I have the skin of a luna moth and an ass made from the sun and the personality of a bratty vixen.
Come to me—get closer and closer to me. It will be beautiful, I promise you.
I could have lied and told you exactly what I’m not,
I could have begged you to tell me who to be.
Had you mold me into a creature
much less like myself.
A dream of what you
would have imagined me to be.
Given you a choice of who you could love
Something I’ve done many times before.
But I dropped veils like night to day
and broke open the sky.
I let the sun of myself shine through
thunderous deceit and lightning torn skies.
The buttons on the cloak of
what I thought I could be
came tumbling down to my feet
and lay open before you,
Naked with curves of truth glistening in a soft light
like a lotus in a frog pond.
I never knew to love and be loved so truly,
so ferociously could have ever
felt like a bare, free, uncontrollable wildfire
I never want to water down
or put out.
There can be no rebirth without a dark night of the soul, a total annihilation of all that you believed in and thought that you were.
Wine, don’t whine.