LadyMidnight

the space between us
is filled with ink scratches
and midnight poetry
that we can't read anymore

I think its clogging my brain
full of origami love
i mean

I held the door today
for no one

it's funny how the stars make you think
about how much you've lost
snowflakes make you do the same thing I suppose
each different though no one can really prove that
i think humans are like snowflakes 

(A/N This is a copy of a letter I wrote to all 100 senators asking them to remove Donald Trump from office. I am so fed up with being silent.)

Dear Senator,

and the candle flame falls
but we still try to dream on a
cloud
dipped in memories
emersed in a bittersweet 
feel of a
grudge against the universe, a
hatred for the wretched and 
indolent sky thief for

I say you yesterday
holding hands with someone
as the snow came swirling around you
and your boots
swished through the flakes
and it made me happy.
I saw you standing 
in the kitchen