I WANTED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
IW ATNED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A JKID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
NO ONE EVER LET ME BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A STUPID KID WHO DIDN'T KNOW WHEN THEY HAD TO LIE
FOR THE SAFETY OF HER FAMILY
I WANTED TO BE A KID WHO DIDN'T KNOW THE PAINS OF THE REAL WORLD
I WANTED TO BE A KID
I DIDN'T WANT TO HAVE TO KNOW ALL THESE SURVIVAL INSTINCTS
WHEN I SHOULD'VE BEEN PLAYING IN MY BACKYARD
WHEN I SHOULD'VE BEEN STUPID
AND WHEN I SHOULD'VE BEEN IN IGNORANT BLISS
BUT I NEVER GOT TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE A KID
I WANTED TO BE ALLOWED TO BE A KID
INSTEAD OF IN
CONSTANT
AGONIZING
FEAR
I WANTED TO BE A KID
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
I didn't want to be mature for my age.
I wanted to be a kid.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 5:17 PM UTC
under the stars the earth will break
and the reflections in the ocean will shatter
underneath our heaven, sins we will make
and so we'll never climb that moral latter
after some time the night will start to gray
and our summers will fade away
after some time the night will turn to gray
and my heart will begin to break
Aug 1, 2020
Aug 1, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
the night starts to gray
and the summer fades away
the night turns to gray
and my heart begins to break
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 2:10 AM UTC
ever since you left my heart has felt empty
but somehow the nothingness weighs me down
it weighs me down to my bed and I can't get up in the morning
it weighs me down in my sleep when it corrupts my dreams
you didn't take anything
you just stained it
my heart isn't gone, it's just stained with your touch
it misses you every second
my music isn't gone, it's just stained with your absence,
it all reminds me of you.
my heart feels empty
yet I am so weighed down
when we text and call,
every single time I think that something has changed.
I feel full and free of stains
but the conversation inevitably ends,
and I realize
that I'm nothing more than a hobby
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 4:32 AM UTC
I'm
falling
downhill.
honey, please,
help me breathe.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
Pour on the gasoline
and touch a match to my skin
I love the way it burns.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:12 PM UTC
young hands picked dandelions
for their mothers and their fathers.
they pick, and pick, and pick
until a bouquet forms in their hands
because their family deserves
only the brightest, most beautiful of flowers.
young hands tie together the dandelions
to form necklaces and rings,
to form crowns to go along with their bright kingdom,
because there are so many of them,
and because royalty must wear
only the brightest, most beautiful of flowers.
young minds look up to their older cousin
with a crown of flowers and a bouquet held high,
but the older cousin is drowning,
and he has been dulled by the world,
so he throws down the bouquet,
and knocks off the crown.
and you'll cry,
because you wanted to give him
only the brightest, most beautiful of flowers.
the cousin will take away part of your light
to break it to you that dandelions are not flowers;
they are weeds.
and forever after,
the world will be a little bit more dull,
and the yellow will seem less bright,
the smile on your face will shrink a bit more,
the twinkle in your eye will start to fade.
but maybe if you opened your mind again,
you could notice that dandelions are still beautiful.
refuse to let the world take the things you love
and ruin them.
remember that in your young mind,
you once believed that dandelions were
only the brightest, most beautiful of flowers.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
I wake up with a blue heart
to survive in a yellow world
where everything is always moving
unlike my still feet.
and when I go into a coffee shop
or a school or the parks
I see people who are glowing.
they glow all kinds of colors.
beautiful colors,
like pink,
or purple,
or yellow,
or orange,
all of the brightest colors,
and I watch in awe
because right now,
my heart is only frozen blue.
the
dullest
blue.
so sometimes I stay in my mind
and end up going colorblind
and fall into my own black-blue world
because the colors become all too much.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:02 PM UTC
the old woman loves her husband so,
even though he hoards but pretends not to know.
the old woman cries quietly at night
because he refuses to listen, he'll only fight.
he'll hoard it all, the smallest of things,
all the while ignoring her cries and her screams,
he has a problem, but he'd never admit it
yet the old woman stands by his side in commitment
she misses her children, they'll never come to visit
because the hoarding is too much and has ruined it,
she wants to bond with her grand kids so much
but when she begs him he just puts up a fuss
she still won't leave him, she'd never think to,
because love is blind and it's too late to undo.
she cries every night and won't leave his side
so they ask her what's wrong, they ask why she hides,
but she won't say that her heart has ached for so long,
instead, that their marriage is going forty years strong.
she tries so hard to be perfect for him every day,
yet he refuses to help her by doing the same
and even though she still wants a "normal life,"
she'll never leave him or stop being his wife.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 6:21 PM UTC