Free

A green hand is holding onto the wrist of another green hand, as if to stop them from leaving. Their nails are painted neon yellow.

I never said it out loud.

That if I could,

I would bear it all for you.

In this lifetime or the hereafter,

I would give up everything for you.

Because we’ve been tied by blood,

Or do they call it fate?

But there’s something sickening about you,

That I can’t help but hate.

The sickness that lives in me too,

Was that also written in fate?

Photos

Blue person is holding a pink and yellow polaroid.

I went through old photos

And the friends and the love that I have gained,

And then lost.

I used to hide these,

Because they reminded me of what I no longer have.

But suddenly I had an urge to hang them on the wall,

Because I don’t think I’ve ever really lost,

When they carry so much love

And the light that I can only feel,

From looking back at this moment.

So that I can finally heal.