Identity

I am a mistake
— I can never regret.

Yet he is a mistake
— I can never forget.

Irony

this house is full of

emptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyemptyempty

promises.

so full of promise

yet so empty.

Kindness

You come to me
in the gentlest of ways

You rise me
from my sleep
as the soft morning light
peeks through the leaves

You whisper to me
the sweetest of words
as the wind tells me
more of secrets bare

You say goodbye
and I weep.