This Is My Life Now

You can watch from the outside💋

[amoonmadeofflowers]

The clink of our rings blinds me for a moment

“Why do you keep saying you love me?” I ponder

aloud; part curiosity and

part anxiety.

“Because I think the last time you were here, in this

place mentally, no one reminded you

you weren’t alone.

In fact I don’t think anyone has ever told you they

love you enough.”

You’re trying your best to make up for the lack

you chuckle a little,

kissing my temple,

And I wonder when I’ll start to feel whole again

[amoonmadeofflowers]

It’s Friday at 9:51 pm

Our corner of the world is quieter than normal but

we still have no more answers than we did

A week ago when we rushed to the

Emergency room

“The good news is he’s not dying today so he can

go home”

“I heard you’re not happy with your care.”

The doctor brushing us off

Another ER.

Another doctor saying not dying today.

A referral.

An apology from the specialist for the treatment in

the ER.

Still no answers

I fight for who I love

And I won’t watch another one deteriorate in

front of me again and do nothing

[amoonmadeofflowers]

An Ode to Miss Lady

I think

when I was little

watching the kids not listen to the adults,

I knew somewhere deep down that this is what

peace would look like.

My oldest stray sleeping so

soundly next to my husband of

less-than-six-months that when he

plays with her feet she doesn’t even wake up.

I look around and all I see is love.

In every corner of every room there is

love.

From family members to

church members to

friends who had never met me

but have had the honor of watching

my husband grow into the man I adore.

From the three cats

I have managed to keep alive for almost six years.

Mine and his things all together in a collaboration

of love.

My 15 year old stray cat twitches in her sleep and

my husband comforts her.

She lets him.

This is what peace looks like.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

When I was younger, I was richer

my mother was the Torch Lady and my father

A surgical technician.

By the time I was 10 years old I

wanted to be a ballerina

My mother was a nurse and my father

Poorer for it.

I was older. More mature for my age. Abused.

By the time I was 16 I

lost the love of my life (she was born in 1932)

My mother had rebuked me and my father

was too quiet.

I was stronger. Shrieking. Screaming. Fighting like hell.

By the time I made it to 21 I

realized the world was cruel (not the way she said it was)

My mother was disappointed and my father

was a coward.

I survived. Through it all, I made it.

By the time I turned 25 I

met a piece of my puzzle

He fits perfectly

My mother doesn’t know him and my father

never will.

I am brave. I am fierce. I am not afraid.

Sometimes I wonder what they say when people

ask how their

youngest daughter is but then I

remember how easily they lied to me and I know

the answer.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

There's a fire inside of her.

She smiles and her insides burn with sadness.

Tears burn into her cheeks

as she hears what people say.

Her stomach grows smaller each day

she refuses to live.

Her face shows only a little of how she truly feels.

She doesn't feel like she can be herself.

He has water in his lungs.

Each day it grows closer to the end.

Then he sees her.

Her eyes more beautiful than the night sky.

She's pulling him toward her

as a bee searches for honey.

Their bodies collide and

books spill everywhere,

and you can see his water

put out the fire in her heart and

make everyone see her

Finally

[amoonmadeofflowers]

Today I met six year old you in a doctors office

I wasn’t sure it was him until you put your head

on my shoulder and I felt you relax just a bit.

You haven’t been feeling well.

We’ve been fighting.

Life has been heavier than it should be in the first

few months of a marriage

But that’s not on us

truly

It’s all just been shit circumstances.

So I lay my head down gently on yours before they

call us back.

When I was a little kid my nurse of a mother drilled

into me and my sister how to explain to doctors

whatever it was we were feeling.

Mother wasn’t kind or gentle with her teachings

so we both learned quickly how to fend for

ourselves.

Sometimes I forget that your mom was so busy

trying to make sure you weren’t being left out

that she never realized you weren’t at the same

starting line to begin with.

She never prepared you to know how to

communicate

And sure

eventually she got you some help

But fourteen in neurodivergent years is an adult.

You were already grown.

I watched you jump on the scale and you were

just a bright eyed little boy I see in the photos back

at your parents house when we visit.

I worry about you.

I don’t say that enough.

You crack some joke

you think that if you take yourself seriously

someone might see through the performance

you think you’ve perfected.

But I see you.

I always have.

I didn’t wave goodbye when we walked away but

honestly I’m glad I got to see him.

Meet him.

Thank you.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

I relapsed today

I couldn’t meet your eyes as I grabbed my things

trying to run from my problems:

You said you’d do this eventually. You made me

promise to stop you.

My own self-awareness always was my downfall.

I blink a few times to clear my vision,

You can come

with me.

You nod and gather your things.

My face begins to feel warm and now the tears

won’t slow

Baby

You hold my shaking body against your firm one.

The mirror to our left shows my face is red and

puffy and you are concerned about me but all I

know is you got hurt because you love me and

that terrifies me more than anything.

So I ran.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

I love that

in the middle of the night

if my hand reaches for your skin

and perhaps you feel me

searching for you

you plant me where I can feel your heartbeat

So I know you’re here and

that whatever terror filled my dream

you are real

and you love me

and you’re not leaving

[amoonmadeofflowers]

Because of you

I don’t have to flinch at softness

anymore

[amoonmadeofflowers]

it was truly beautiful to watch

You

take in the art

today

at the museum

with me

I enjoyed it

but the real art was

falling in love

just a little bit more

as I watched art

admire art

[amoonmadeofflowers]

I see myself smiling at you like a little kid

and I have to catch my breath

Joy has never been this simple before

And yet you are

the most complicated feeling I have ever

felt against my skin

[amoonmadeofflowers]

Have you ever been in love?

Do you want to know what it feels like?

Give me your heartbeat and I’ll give you mine

And we’ll see how long each other lasts

I promise I’ll win.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

Two gold rings

Clink on a metal laptop

My hands rub in the lotion between my fingers

when I feel the wind shift

I don’t move

I wait to see if my heart skips

It doesn’t.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

“This is joy”

I order my best friend a venti strawberry açaí refresher made with water

Light ice

We sit at the table in the corner,

Outside, with the least sunbeams shining on it.

Her knee rests against the table as I strike a match,

lighting up the pre roll that made her arrive a bit later than usual

The silence fills the air between us but we don’t mind

We never did

Not even in the beginning

There was never much room for small talk

Or anything more than whimsy

And love

A friendship like ours is unmatched

Irreplaceable

We decide to grab pizza on our way home and

we write on the inside of the box

[amoonmadeofflowers]

A junk email from God

Subject: Adverbs to Avoid

•never

•always

•forever

(Unsubscribe to absolutes)

[amoonmadeofflowers]

Passing Myself in a Boba Shop

I saw my younger self at the boba shop today.

She smiled at me with her whole heart,

but only half her face.

I don’t think she recognized me;

she’s trying to survive.

Can you blame her?

I wanted to give her hope,

something to hold

when the darkness comes.

But I packed my bag and left,

the bell on the door

the only thing announcing my exit.

Still, I know she saw me.

Felt the space I took with me

as I went.

I’m not afraid anymore.

I take up space.

I own who I am.

She will too.

[amoonmadeofflowers]

I think I am grateful

For it

Regardless of how that sounds

The pain and

the time to pause

To collect what was most important;

To take inventory.

And when I did

What fell away was frivolous and

what remained is

so innocent and beautiful

I dare not speak its name