Sincerely, Not Yours.

Sincerely, Not Yours.

Dear Mother,
I once lived within your 
collection of bones and flesh 
stacked neatly together 
our souls became intertwined 
 woven dreams like tapestry 
run all over the stateless stream 
of our warm blood 
of the first land I ever
 the cadence of your heart 
the gush of your blood
 I remember you 
humming comfort into my 
 as my fingers bruised 
with paper cuts

I love you 
Sincerely, Not Yours

Dear father,
I killed you with the 
bare of my own hands
with your heart still beating still 
standing in the doorway 
eyes turning gray
and beads of 
sweats on your chest 
-- anger
you died 
before time 
an absence in your presence 
leave me breathless

This is your daughter 
shrieking voiceless 
under her damaged skins

I am ruined 
I know 
but I loved you
Sincerely, not yours

Dear Sister 
I am a misnomer 
a walking eulogy of imperfections 
of inquisitive tongues and
your favourite color 
I am the fear flogged 
with your tears 
an imperfection clothed in 
all gold that glitters and 
you call yourself dead 
but maybe I am too

Remember the days when 
we ran free with our 
tender hearts turning into
a singular masterpiece 
under the sun
our braided tresses are

That I love you like
the sun has been 
my first kiss

Meet me there

Sincerely Not Yours

Dear Brother
Do I know you 
or do you know me 
when I see you within myself 
your silhouette roaming in my sleep
she's your keeper 
and I am not

You ain't a stranger 
I know and I hope I am 
not too

I missed your laughters and
the way you twisted this world 
with your disfigured fingers 
stained with glycerin

I missed you 
please come back

Sincerely, Not Yours

Dear Lover , 
We are just children 
of light
lost in the thick of the woods 
walking our way home

Please ,
Hush and let me be your fortress
as we ache for the ravens 
in the still born of a dawn

I remember you told me 
You wanted me under 
your quilts
tearing the stitches sewn at 
the hem of my heart 
open while I am 
still learning how to breath 
with half a heart arrested 
in a jar of tears

you made 
me loved the way you prodded 
my scars 
flicked it over as if they
are trivial memories 
stained with absinthe trying
to make a comeback one
after another 
in the warp of time

Our love live in the
in a field full of poppies
and wild lilacs 
on the benches drenched 
with the acidity of the rain

I know.

I love you,
Your beautiful mind ranting 
Your crippling bones aching 
for poignant beauty and pain

But that doesn't make you mine 
I am not your God .

Sincerely, Not Yours.

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