Amanda Lovelace

how can

someone

be

too young

to be

in love

when we were

crafted

from

ocean waves

& starlight?

silence has always been my loudest scream

poetry

showed me

how to

bleed

without

the demand

of blood.

when your mother

begins to forget

your name,

you begin

to wonder

if you exist

at all.

- stage 4, terminal.

death is one of the senses

your

death certificate

makes

the claim

that

you died on

november 3rd

at 3:03 AM.

that is a

lie.

you died

long

before that.

i never

expected

death

to be my most

faithful companion,

but she is

the only one

who will come

without

having to be

asked.

maybe

i find it

so hard to

believe in

heaven

because

i don’t know

if there

will be

poetry

there.

who would

i have

been without

the inspiration

behind my

demons?

- probably not a poet.

you can have my forgiveness, but you can’t have me.