I am scrawling strength
into the moments between
the pulses in my veins,
because there are oceans
of words just in the square
seconds of my wrists. They
are permanent scars
in my bloodstream.

*For #OurPoetryJourneyApr18

To the boy across the ocean

The ocean knows my heartache,
it understands how it is to barely
touch, before drifting back to the
other, the separation and the
infinite back and forth of
fleeting clandestine moments,
the daily endings and beginnings,
the torture of converging
but never being able to stay.

*For day 14 #theloveletterproject