Now Bloom!

You’re me
I am you
We are whole
We are broken
Don’t fix me
Just love me
Just see me in pieces
Broken by life
And inside there’s a flower
Don’t fix me
I’m perfect!
Don’t close what’s been opened!
You’re me
And you’re broken
You’re perfectly broken
Now bloom!

Dropped

and as I was lying there
dizzy from the high fall
achy from the painful impact of reality
I finally learned
that I cannot avoid being dropped

Shall we?

what I hear you saying is that you want to suck the freedom and spontaneity out of my veins, bottle it up and drink it between 2 and 4.30 on Saturday afternoons?
like you take a health supplement instead of eating greens

I’m not fucking Berocca!

My Burgling Days Are Over

I’ve climbed because you’ve challenged me, arrogantly thinking you’re safe behind those walls
I’ve climbed because I’ve felt lonely, because I’ve craved friendship and connection
But I’ve never meant to steal a heart!
I know it never ends well, the falling in love with a burglar – hearts are to be given to those invited through front doors

Chosen

Lost Soul Stamp

I took out a massive Lost Soul stamp – one I’ve never used before and didn’t even know I possessed – and stamped all over your image.