Don’t hate me, lover
I cannot help that I am haunted
I cannot help that I am used
Hands like sin-
Always in the places
We fear the most
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
God, make summer
Stop
Reminding me of you
Let autumn, spring, and winter do it too
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
How many times can a girl
Fake her way through self love
Until she ways with the breeze,
Carrying her image as if a lover - kissing?
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:45 PM UTC
One day I'll read this
And ask myself if it were true;
And it always will be,
Even if I can't recall exactly how.
Will I believe I was mean?
Spitfire with scorpion sting,
Gnashing teeth,
Breathing flames like a Phoenix fire?
Or will I be real?
Hurting inside like the rest of us
Insecure and flesh-rotting
Unbelievably happy, in spite of everything?
I'll try to remember
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
With my reflection-
She always wins
At least she is
Hollow
And cannot scream
Back at me
I am left to hate her
For the both of us
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 1:51 PM UTC
Flooding ant hills,
Stomping on spiders,
Bringing garden snakes
To school
Do you remember?
How afraid I was
Do you remember?
How you just picked it up
Do you remember?
Teaching me to cuss
Do you remember?
Teaching me to hide
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 7:59 PM UTC
All of my best
(And worst) thoughts
Can be traced
Back to a foreign city
Where I walked the streets
Alone, at night
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
Can you see them in the night?
A thousand broken sisters
Howling at the moon
And leaking love
Watch them dance
Amid their sorrow
Watch them lift a new day
With every breath
Through their cracks
You get to know them
Through their tears
You'll wipe your own
Can you hear them?
Shrieking! Singing
“Amazing grace, how
******* SWEET the sound!”
Hurling empowerment
At their own reflections!
Taking their stolen souls
Back- By force!
By grace and the smell
Of their cigarettes;
Rolled in the very fabric
Of their fears.
Be afraid of them-
They are, and
Forever will be,
Unstoppable.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
The girl in the puddle
Looks like a woman
Maybe the ripples
Warp my view-
Maybe not! But
I can't see clearly, anyway.
Her smile
Kind of looks like mine
Her longing ties strings to my heart
And pulls; I want to love her
Someone should.
She's been alone too long
Been at home too much
Been a *****
To get along with.
I see her again in the window
Of a shop; stalking me.
I can't escape her.
I want to leave her
Need to please her
Who is she, anyway?
I ask,
But she won't reply
I take,
And she does not give
She throws,
Still I do not catch.
I pick a flower
Bend over a pond
And place it behind her ear-
She does not thank me,
But-
Her smile
Kind of looks like mine
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 5:39 PM UTC