You were diet coke and slimming tea
You were everything I could never be
You were hallway laughter and bathroom tears
You were a way to waste my teenage years
You were an excess of bitter coffee shots
You were what made up my 4 am thoughts
You were the first stolen cigarette on my lips
You every beat that my heart skipped
And now you are none of this.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Remember when I whispered to you in rhyme
We talked till late, we'd spend all that time
Alone together, dejected, rejected, but also safe
Yes I remember when you were my happy place
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 2:59 PM UTC
I know you loved road trips
Always taking the longer route
Though it did bring a smile to your lips
And cold weather
In which you loved to wear
Navy blue sweaters
You loved 13th century royalty
With their rubies and pearls
And their eggshell loyalty
I know you loved your mother
And I know you loved mine
But did you ever wish I had a brother?
I know you loved books and milk tea
You loved so many things
And I'm sure you even loved me
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
In theory you felt more like how it feels
When my heart clenches up inside my chest
When overhead thunder crackles a bit too long
In practice you were more like
Cool summer rain, drizzling graciously on my warm skin
Melting like dew on the grass in the morning
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
See how the river
Meanders down the valley
And never does stop
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
Home is a place
And not a person
I do still believe in that
But I've been living in rentals
Until I can still pay up
And then I'm homeless again
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:40 AM UTC
he put new stars in the sky and redecorated with new colors, made himself at home along the giant nebulas and the infinite constellations.
he dialed his voice to a whisper and told me sweet stories of how the sun loves the moon, while broad spectrum daydreams intertwined both our minds
we wished on shooting stars and shared cosmic kisses, and there was no need for gravity..I fell for him the second his lips spoke my name
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:40 PM UTC
*That minty sweet stuff
You polish and clean
Eradicate decay
With compounds of fluorine
Like toothpaste
You're a necessity
Each morning and night
You're so very important
For that toothy grin, wide and bright
Like toothpaste
You're squeezed tight
Swabbed and scrapped about
Against yellow enamel
Determined to white it out
Like toothpaste
You're medicine
More for an aesthetic cause
Caught between a hard place
And a locked jaw
Like toothpaste
One day, you're all but gone
And just like toothpaste
You wake to find
You have been replaced*
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
self harm is only washing your hands with cold water
crossing the street without looking for cars
touching hot pans because you want them to burn
staying up late and depriving yourself of sleep because you don’t deserve it
self harm is hearing you say violent things to me and not caring
because I deserve to hear them and I believe you when you say them
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
At age 7, I was guilty
when I accepted an invitation
to go into the apartment of a neighbor
He smelled of beer as he groped me.
At age 10, I was guilty
when I walked home too late
because I missed the train
He popped out of the bushes
exposing himself.
At age 12, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
tongue into my mouth
because I could not
get away.
At age 14, I was guilty
when my uncle forced
me to sit on his lap
while in my bathing suit
and I ran away from home.
At age 16, I was guilty
when my uncle convinced
everyone that I was a liar
and I quit school.
At age 18, I was guilty
when I gave birth to
my first child,
because I was ignorant.
At age 20, I was guilty
when I saw the cardiologist
in the reflection of a lamp
************ and the
police laughed at my report.
At age 30, I was guilty
when my employer
trapped me in the elevator
to ***** me, because I
was his subserviant.
At age 36, I was guilty
when I earned jujitsu honors
but risked going to jail
for defending myself.
At age 70, I was guilty
when a neighbor brought
me fruit and grabbed my
breast, because I was alone.
At age 72, I am guilty
of being a ferule woman
for 50 years and for
NOT be silent!
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC