decided to raise the dating bar way up

so i can at least have a drink at it

the more I weep

the more I reap

we’re all hanging on by a thread

only some are gold plated

i am carrying my mother and she’s carrying me i find it hard to be healthy even though it’s necessary i try to look at the world not just the atrocity i try to carry love and love is carrying me

there’s a lullaby for lovers

that you refuse to sing

the urgency of joy

let life be a living thing

we live in different realities  /  and that’s fine

but you’re no longer welcome  /  in mine

what do you think, that I am made of spit and indifference?

I bleed, just like you.