جاهان

do my opinions offend you?

do my tweets make you nervous?

do you wonder where my passion comes from?

are you afraid because I live my life unapologetically?

it must bother you that I don’t care

or is it because I care so much?

is it my smile?

can you not stand seeing me happy?

is it because I’m going somewhere in life?

does it make you uncomfortable when you see I’m making my dreams a reality?

why do you hate my happiness?

why do you hate my voice?

yearning for something larger than myself, has had me ripping flowers from my garden. after I’ve planted the seeds in the earth’s soil, after I’ve protected them from being eaten by other life. When they needed water I watered them, when they were bent I straightened them. And when you said I wasn’t doing it right, I ripped them out of the ground in attempt to create the perfect bouquet

as you lay next to me

quiet and still

I wonder what you’re thinking.

I feel my blood rise

I try to control my lungs

you’re getting me high.

when we’re done

I don’t want you to leave.

but once I open my eyes

you’re gone.