Poetry
People would look at me with pity, but their kindness was nowhere to be seen. I turned from empty platitudes, seeking shelter through a screen. I stopped getting cat called at least, those same men now recoiled. I stopped hearing about how my beauty made me obnoxiously spoiled. Feeling unworthy
Writing
Dear mom: I miss you. It's so complicated, but right now that's the only thing I feel. The only thing I have space for. I want to cry, but I keep teetering on the edge. Admitting I love you feels like a bottomless pit I'
Writing
The you in my head and the you in the flesh are entirely different people. But I can't speak to actions and intentions you refuse to tell me about. So this is what I am left with. I know you to be a violent person who would repeatedly
Functional Family
how could you say that to me? I have a really bad memory. He doesn't like to behave. He sifts and sieves through information I do not care about, but when it comes to everything I love, he turns into a steel trap. I still remember. The smell
Poetry
It's never too late Your hair may be turning gray The moon shines brighter through the beauty of your age Will we really be estranged? Your love saved my life Am I not allowed to repay? I will cherish my wife Don't make me run away
Poetry
You were supposed to teach me how to swim Instead you held my head underwater Salt clogged up my lungs Slowed my circulation Hands stay cold Devoid Whirlpools in my chest suck the life out of everything But my heart still fell in love Ripped from the sun Through crashing
Poetry
Shoutout Uzi for the collab his key Mother serves me up on a silver platter My dad wants my reality to shatter Invisible wire tightens around freshly grown wings It frightens me yet I prevail even when it stings Parroting back sharp words of the monster with which she lays
Poetry
I wake from slumber Logic sleeps don't have your number There's one connection I'd like to keep do you really notice me? I cannot share this delicate ache this feels like a mistake I'd make You've little monsters to escape
Poetry
I cry like clockwork. I drink the milk. Consume her flesh. Run her ragged with unreasonable demands. She offers a hand, I claw at her arm. More. More! Give me more! I should be satisfied with clothes that don't fit. Food that grates my senses. Roofs that are
Poetry
I categorically reject the notion that the people you love are allowed to routinely make your life harder.
Poetry
The rot is subcutaneous, it leeches out from inside. My bones were decomposing before any of them arrived. So it's difficult to blame. Was I born this way, or was I maimed? It's not like knowing that would change anything redirect what life could bring, but
Poetry
I am happy and I know it so I clap But what am I supposed to do with mad? I am happy and I know it and I really like to show it But I don’t know what to do when I feel mad I think back on all