i am not the answer
to your mind’s unrelenting questions.
and no matter how broken you
think you are, you are not
a puzzle to be put together– i
cannot fix you.do not put me on a pedestal
where i don’t belong.
do not put me on your shoulders
where i might fall.do not tell me you need me–
tell me you don’t,
but that you want me
anyway.
Tag: lol
the sky was bruised and blooming
above us, deep
purple and blackthe pool lights darted
by our feet
distorted and refracted.
scattered.
moving with the wateri lay floating
on my back, andfor the first time since
calling you mine, i felt
weightless.you wrapped your arms around
my waistfor the first time
since calling me yours,you carried
me.when the weight returned
to my body
we ran homeour wet footprints left
to dry
beneath the winking moon.
there is love for you
oozing from betwixt these ribs;
heart so small, love so big.
dear little egg, you’re
going to open your eyes
for the first time in a white
room, not knowing that
my childhood home is now
underwater. and when
you are older, i will let
you run in the back yard
without shoes on, but
you will never know the comfort
of sinking into healthy
soil. you will never understand
what it means to make a mark on
the earth that does not hurt
it.
seven years’ worth of leaves
will still be decaying, and
i will not know how to explain
where they came from.
i will not know how to explain
to you that other beings used to
live here, too, or
that there was once another planet
underneath a green canopy and
in autumn, the skies would
bathe in fire.
Anchor
My heart is anchored to you,
and when goodbye leaves
your lips, it takes my heart
with it.
I walked away from her believing I’d never be enough; I walked away from him knowing I deserved more.
GTFO
Why do you haunt me?
Why won’t you leave me alone?
I close my eyes and still you taunt me.
I just can’t find my heart a home.
Hay Em Yes (I am Armenian)

** just a note for the many who aren’t armenian, hayi achker means “Armenian eyes” and red, blue, and orange are the Armenian flag colors 🙂
We Look For Answers
in the palms of our hands,
on narrow roads that
twist and intersect.
in wishing well eyes,
uprooting the fibrous tunic in
our frantic pursuit.
in echoing cathedrals
where we lay our souls upon
wilting flower beds.
in brilliant garbage dumps,
piled high, distorted into
siren’s songs.
in the mountains and grasslands and
the coursing veins that run through
the dirt we were and will be.
in the folded up papers
whose true triviality is unknown
until we are weaved
back into the earth.
in the booming echoes of
our voices as we stand on
elevated hills and yell into the valleys
below.
where they cannot be found,
for they reside far beyond
existence.
Don’t Look Back
You’re the only one who can pass me by and make me look back.