Dayna Lang

Heartbreak Smells Like Flowers

A screw can’t come lose Because I’m not a machine. But I always wake up tired – Headaches when You smile – Now I’m Scared I might get fired. Late for work – Inconsistent hours. This is what it’s like When heartbreak Smells like flowers.

Planted a Forest

If I am strong it is because of you. If I am kind it is because of you. If I strive to find equality in relationships – If I demand my worth, It is because of you. I am your daughter. You are the woman who First taught me how to Love. How to work.Continue reading “Planted a Forest”

Perfection

There is a voice inside my head – A voice all my own; Telling me the things it hates About itself. It lists my breasts, my hips, my thighs. It lists the crinkles beneath my eyes When I disguise my frown. It lists my arms, my knuckles, my nose. It lists the things I doContinue reading “Perfection”

I thought I saw you in the stars last night.

I thought I saw you in the stars last night. I called your name; But then I remembered You’re not coming home; And stars lie. They trick our eyes; But I still like seeing you In the night sky.

Painting Flower Grass

I want to paint the flowers with you And feel their colours pulse. The greens and blues and purple hues Will splash away the worst. I want to lie in tall brown fields with you And lie and lick our lips. To lie until we slowly drown – I want to feel the grass withContinue reading “Painting Flower Grass”

Women

All the strongest people I know Are women. Whether its through proximity, Or pain, The women I know are calamity.

Pacific Ocean

Take me home. I’m tired, I’m burnt down. The patience needed to navigate your world Is exhausting. The pacific grey area in your mind Is too large to cover. It’s too deep to change. And I have clung to your horizons like I was going to drown in mine. But I’m fine. And I wantContinue reading “Pacific Ocean”