Poems

Groot. Groot? Groot, Groot. Groot… Groot! #SixWordStories

If I were a star, I’d fall with only the hope that you’d make a wish on me. Even as a star, falling for you is natural.

Falling in love with you was a lot like falling awake.

Give me fire. Give me sand. I will show you beauty.

I searched my body for a wound. How can someone hurt so much and not bleed?

You did not break my heart. Funny how opening can look a lot like breaking. What a privilege that would be.

My heart was a compass that always pointed to her.

How do I know I love you? I miss you even when I’m happy.

Today, as I sat outside, all bright and sunny, I saw a bee drown, in honey. I get it.

If you’re tired of waiting for those three words to escape my throat, all I can say is that it’s cold outside. Please, don’t forget your coat.