I’ve had so many epiphanies, that I keep them on the shelf, they stare with accusation, because I couldn’t fix myself. I stare back, back on my bullshit, face to face with my problems, and everything that comes with being a perpetual, pretty mess, missing opportunities to find perfect peace, because I can’t accept that…

Make me a bowl of mint chocolate chip, while I pose, cursed on the counter, cursed to love you forever. Mind lost, mint sizzling on my tongue, until it stops, and your eyes are level with mine, kind, my sweet cerulean, sending me wild, into the waves, my palms find their way to your waist,…