Sunflower

I only wanted to be free
Live against the gravity
Infinite, the colour white — I am sunlight!

But if I am light
I cannot love the shadows
How can I fly? With half body heavy in soil

Each of them
Formed a vein and spread like roots
I am no sunlight, I am only a sunflower

We’re not here to fix anything

It is not important — the reasons
we are the way we are this moment

At this instance I only know
we are tearing at each other

I, compressing at air
You, forcing a shape out of fire

My job is not to fix you
Nor you for me

As you are born to be free
And me, to set the city on fire

(writteninstead)

Love or Anxiety?

Is it love or anxiety
that took the air out of my ribs
taught my heart a mad dance
and has invisible hands that
embrace me at my neck?