astera.poetry

If I am wildfire, you are oxygen you are fuel. With you, I grow until I am powerful I am unstoppable I am devastating. I burn for… Read more “the fire triangle”

The worst feeling I have ever known was experienced in the doctor’s office. Four words and my heart turned to lead, ripped itself from my chest and… Read more “the diagnosis”

“Comparison is the thief of joy” is just a saying that encourages mediocrity and tells people that it’s okay to settle for third fourth fifth best (if… Read more “cursed by being average”

My therapist taught me about “the stress bucket”; a concept where stress is water slowly (or quickly) filling up the bucket. Coping strategies are holes in the… Read more “metaphors are garbage”

I have always been emotional and I do not feel things in half-measures. It is a blistering heatwave of happiness, a torrential downpour of sadness, a shattering… Read more “are you actually calling me “dramatic”?”

Self-care has never been a strength of mine. Self-love is even worse (unless you count sleepless nights with hands under the covers and a name on my… Read more “to quote Olivia Hye…”

I think of you at 2am when the world is quiet and only lovers are awake. I miss you, like my lungs would miss air when you… Read more “fear of water”

We are two broken people, cracked and chipped, parts missing and worn away, and tired. I am not saying we’re a perfect fit. We won’t fill each… Read more “companionship”

It is feathers dancing across my skin, a cold breeze, light enough to raise goosebumps and send shivers down my spine. It is champagne in my stomach,… Read more “anticipation”

Fingers dancing down my spine up my thighs weaving magic. Feather-light kisses ghosting my lips caressing my neck whispering secrets. I tend to love too hard too… Read more “intensity”