M. Hank

these shoes feel like wings. 

i am 

f    l    y    i    n    g 

across the newly grooved pavement, balancing 

every time you look at me

with your soft eyes, 

tan skin, 

and a nose you used to hate, 

I mourn the loss of the love I once held for you. 

Dear a certain Liar,

Yep, you read that right.  Liar. 

there are things i want to say to you. i feel like a fangirl; like rounded block letters on lined paper and i's dotted with hearts. i 

you traded for freedom with fireflies,
gave up bug lights for city ones.

you miss me like you miss fireflies;
a necessary surrender for your future.