Treblemaker

Think of yourself as a flower,

delicate but proud

People say things that make your petals wilt

and then you start to think,

that you're not good enough

But you are enough, you are worth everything

Some days

It’s hard to find

A reason

To get out of bed

The depression claws

At me

Begging me

To just stay there

Sink into the darkness

And disappear

But I don’t want to

Do that

There is a swirl of color that accompanies all things. 

Every twist and turn, every fall and failure. All words spoken and sung, every smile or laugh. 

I envy those who’ve never known Loneliness.
She is not just empty space—she’s a presence,
cold fingers brushing the back of your neck
when no one’s watching.

On that night, I stole the stars of the galaxy. Billions of them, each one unique, and put them into her eyes.

you should be an image in stained-glass windows

the same ones you trace with your eyes every sunday

while hymns echo in your ears, words

you've known so long you forget the meaning. 

or you belong in a portrait