Poems from unpunkish
i fall to find pearls
beneath calloused feet— crowns are
not crafted, but grown.
we gather glances
that fragment and complete us
when we fear alone.
“i sing harmonies.”
she shakes her head. “you were born
to be melodies.”
i was not looking for love
in all the right or
wrong places—
i was not looking at all.
i could teach lifetimes
on happily-ever-alone...
list your fears.
strike heights
from the column
and replace
deception
with truth:
the fear of falling—
apart,
in love.
the way words...