She thinks that
irises are
puddles in her eyes
but
tells me that
my soul blooms from my pupils,
my own personal black holes,
comes life.

A small percentage of me destroys, yes.
And same with you.
But the rest of my body is healing
and takes care of others.

It’s a two steps forward one step back kind of love
that I have for myself.

But I’m still moving forward.

And in my own sea of criticisms,
I hear your voice
like it’s something you think I need to hear…

Help yourself and ask politely,
you’ll push people away if when you need them,
you scream at them.

It makes me want to hide from you
rather than trying to reconcile.

For the first time,
when I feel like you push me off of this cliff
that you do every few months,
I am catching my breath and magically I feel
a pocket of air above my head
and I am parachuting down.

And I land on my feet, safely on the soft grass.
She makes me feel like I’m floating in love
rather than falling
and ironically enough,
whether or not I believe,
she’s God-sent.