I am like the sun

Bohemian cocktails and the sun sets don't get watched as often.
The red string pulls us in together -
one center,

one heart.

A memory brings only tears

sobbing

bedtime rituals.

Why do words stick so tediously on tongue?

I speak in metaphors and broken sentences,
so
why,

do I not share,
with  you?

all of you.

creativity types out and therapy is free when inner words teach you about your insecurities.

I never erase the line above,
but It's like when you try too hard all there is empty space and too many lines between, filled with words but rotten and juice-less.

I want grapefruits - red ones -

cut in half
on the board.

drizzle brown sugar on me -
it's delicious and i like your smell.

Roses and a light apple tinge of something bitter but nostalgic for better fall days and it's yacking away until we reach a point that feels comfortable.

I do everything backwards,
like the sun,

and I know it's already created for me.

stare up at the stars more, they are begging to be sung to,
and then it will all rain down in abundance - twinkle lights and fairy bliss- it's always going to be this way.