Passions

i can't keep twisting
my ankles to dance or
breaking my heart to write

Tensions

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I am beginning to name my knots.

Let one in my neck be Wanting

from every time I clenched my jaw after breathing in her scent.

Let the tightness in my shoulder be Disappointment who is also called Shame

a product of still wanting him to touch me

even though we both know he shouldn't

and being caught between recoiling and not.

Finally, the chronic ache in my back will be Distance

from consistently loving people that are too far away.

In the same way one muscle contracts as the other relaxes

these pains are interconnected

and I know that all these names mean the same thing:

I hold on for far too long and I need to learn to let go.

Requiem

I only love those

slender boys with slight frames when 

they remind me of

you.

Moonshine

Moonlight pours through my

window and reminds me that

while the days are too dark

the nights can still be bright.