I'm not trying to over complicate
Something so simple
As holding a hand.
I have seen too many friends
Strip down until they are completely covered in
Vulnerability.
And watch the person they trust
Take what they want
And treat it as a joke.
This I have decided that the gateway to my trust
Will always be closed.
I'm quick for a kiss
But awfully slow
For holding your hand.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
No.
I'm sorry but you can't.
I've had my fun with you.
And you've definitely had your time with me.
I can't be tossed aside when you feel like it,
And you sure as hell cannot come back to retrieve me
Like the bone a dog chews when it is bored.
I wish you the best.
Really I do.
You can't love me.
Because I don't love you.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 4:38 PM UTC
I hold a key in my pocket
My friends have a spare
And my family are the lock makers
I don't give it to people often
In fear of what they can do with access
To my brain
To my heart
To all the thoughts I bury deep inside
They gain my trust slow
Because I know what a boy
With an imperfect smile
And a spark in his eyes
Could do to a girl like me
A girl who's had to change the locks too many time to count.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
I don’t understand
I tell myself I’m pretty
But my words fall flat on the mirror I speak into.
I like my hair and my eyes
But all I can see is my nose and my lack of thighs.
I deserve better I think.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 7:02 PM UTC
My anxiety holds me hostage in my own body
It covers my mouth with lies
And holds my hands down with worries
I deserve better I think.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
Hahahaha
A damaging exclamation
Hahahaha
Damning your reputation
Watch for your words
They pierce through paper skin
Ruining lives with an adjective or noun
Because words can hurt me
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
I wish people worked like clocks
They can be tall
Short
Loud
Quiet
They can be digital
They can be old-fashioned
They can be dressed up
Or even a little bare
And when they break
You can tell
And you can fix them
And make them all better
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 6:16 PM UTC
The girl hits good for a 5 foot 2
120 pound mountain of attitude
Her friends asked if she learned from a dude
But she smirked and said her Aunt Mary and her wife Aunt Jude
The girl liked the way it made ripples in skin
How a punch could change a person’s complexion
From a pale white to black and blue.
Her boyfriend was a different color every day
Blue in the eye and purple in the ribs
People thought he liked it that way
But they didn’t know how he truly lived
The girl used her jab as her excuse for coming home late
Her right hook to why she hooked up with his best mate
Her uppercut meant she didn’t want to take out the trash
And her straight meant she wanted some extra cash
He gave her what she wanted because all he could see
Was an angel who barely met 5 foot 3
And it’s not like he could ever talk back
Her left hook always dealt with that.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
falling
down
down
into a blurry Slumber
shake me.
shake me.
but you will not wake me
from this interminable Sleep
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:30 PM UTC