I write out then I bleed
Somehow I also forget the names
But this feeling
Creeps in
Like I was born for that
For the moment you're in
It could be my memory
Or me grinding my teeth
It could be how I walked the hallways
Or when I took the smoke and breathed
Maybe it's nothing, or maybe it's all...
I guess it's more the way I sleep
Aching for the caring hand
That never touched my hair
Or my face
I breathe the morning
I do as well with the smoke
I do well when I bleed
I do as they tell and more
I'm just here to please
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:02 PM UTC
It started when I was born
Or maybe when I grew old
That’s when I knew
the me I used to be
had no clue
I hated my age
I hated what I could become
Then, strangely, I found peace
at the bottom of the lake
I thought that’s where I belonged
No noise
Nothing I could see
Like before I was born
unable to breathe
Maybe it was my age
Maybe it was my eyes
But my soul was taken
and in that silence
I couldn’t feel
happier enough
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
I ****** your fingers
As if they might remember me
Didn’t ask for much
And I came back
as always,
empty.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 7:06 PM UTC
It's a weapon
I was told I need to cover
It's my body,
My soul,
And my laughter.
How could you look at me —your daughter —
And believe I'm trying to tempt my own brother ?
She says my body
Speaks too boldly
That I have to soften my edges,
Hide my hips,
and round out my corners.
Cutting down my legs
To look like less,
To not ******
Like you warned me,
Back when I was smaller.
But tell me,
How could you protect your sons
When you never learned
How to have a daughter?
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
I'm obedient
That's one truth
But don't paint me orange
Just to come
And pour your darkest blue
Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
He liked my clothes,
When I pushed them to the ground.
He liked the smell of the night,
The darkest skin on the tips of my fingernails.
He liked the body—or probably me—
And he never cried when I touched the ground.
I knew I had met a man,
And somehow, he could've been softer,
if only he could hold my hand.
He said it didn't matter,
To live together,
With no strings attached.
He could be all over me,
No longer saying he loved me
Exactly
No strings attached
Jun 20, 2025
Jun 20, 2025 at 6:15 PM UTC