"Dear, Destiny"

She flies on stars and falls through clouds

Her nails prick and pull like thorns

and skin soothes and clams to the touch like a flower's petals

She is the shadow of trees encasing the sides of the highway streets that loom over early morning drivers

but she is also the reflection of the sun's kisses on ever-growing Florida tree leaves

She's a battered street lamp

A shattered street lamp with no significance besides and inconsistent, flickering light bulb that draws a moth every so often to its essence

and she is also the sign of life in flowers that weave themselves through, and grow in walls of colorless concrete

Shes's the cotton candy clouds on a chilly, summer day and she's also a silent, unnoticeable asteroid on a space-themed mobile

She's the best of both worlds

No hope

and hope

She's a sad, sad picture

in pretty, pretty packaging

Sometimes I wish to rip her casket of wildflowers to pieces

Flip to the other sides of the card and let me see the queen of hearts

with no hope

Let me see you folded in like a sheet of paper

Tears plastered across your face without hesitation

Let me see you hopeless

~ ifthenightcouldtalk ~

(credits to jhe_fogaca on Instagram for this beautiful photo for my poem)