Gobelin me 

massaging my feet with egg cartons

content in life

Mornings are drizzled with tea

topped with melted cheese

& toast crumbs

dressed in long fluffed blankets

Mornings are syrup

between the raw and burnt out

And make me think that time

is just trust + imagination

Deserve is a word 

that lacked meaning

until I made it up

It's whatever I want

It's not that the Universe doesn't give

we don't know how to receive

Read more poetry

I've contained myself for long

when all I wanted was to explode

with excitement for life & being

I understand you don't want

to witness the event

you're not comfortable

There's only been two

who are still here

I dedicate the fireworks to them

They're lifting the curtain now