Maiden and Queen
Spring and Death
The duality of a girl
Who is forced to be more
And confined to be less
O Persephone
Goddess divine
Lover and avatar of little girls
Who must hide their ****** hands
Under petal pink skirts
It is easy to see your story as a tragedy
Poor lost blossom
Forced to suffer underground
Delicate petals
Wilting under a heavy Hand
It is hard to remember
That some flowers
Bloom best in the Dark
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 11:13 PM UTC
Give me pain and do me *****
I want to die before I'm thirty
I like it rough, don't pull your punches
I look my best when I've been gutted
Drown me in the river I made crying
I want to look pretty while I'm dying
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 11:08 PM UTC
Blood pools at your feet, it is yours
And you feel nothing
Watching as it swirls down the drain
This is who you are
You are a victim
You take hits
You bleed dry
Blood pools at your feet, it isn't yours
And you are screaming
Sobbing as you scrub it off
This is not you
You are not a fighter (but you fought)
You do not hit back (but your knuckles are bruised)
You do not heal (but scabs are forming)
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Maybe the reason stars are disappearing from the sky
Is because we pluck them one by one, like flowers
And place them in skyscrapers, celestial floral arrangements
Close enough to touch
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
I never think of you
No, that's not true.
I think of you all the time
When I'm listening to a song
A movie
Or a show
I wonder if you’d like it
When I’m just sitting
Sometimes, I wish
You were there with me
(So I could make you laugh)
When you don’t text for a while
I try not to worry
(it doesn’t work)
And I hope nothing is wrong.
I say I never think of you
Because there are no fantasies
Of us in a movie
As superheroes
Spies
Or rockstars
I don’t dream of what it will be like
In ten years
Fifteen
Or twenty
I am so enamored with
What we are right now
Who you are
How you’re changing
I don’t need what-ifs
Or dream worlds
When what I’m living
Is better than anything
That I could have ever
Made up
In my head
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:16 AM UTC
It feels
Like I am ripping out my insides
Every time we speak
And instead
Of answering
You look at them
And write notes
In a book I do not get to see
At this point
I'd take ink and paper
Over the emptiness
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Little girl
Made of glass
You have grown
Far too fast
Straight plains of skin
Have become curved
Striped with unfading bruises
Harsh and purple against fish-white skin
Mature for your age
That is said kindly to you
Surprised murmurs follow
Your fathers favorite guessing game
“Whats her age?”
He asks, innocence crinkling his eyes
Guesses of sixteen and seventeen
Outnumber anything else
Thirteen, you feel proud
It’s not his fault
That you start to believe these strangers
Mature for your age
Isn’t that the same thing
As being old enough?
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Everything is heavy
A blanket that feels like a sheet of granite
And eyelids embracing gravity like they were old friends
Or maybe I’m just weak
Frozen statuesque like
One I saw in a museum, all chicken wire and saran wrap
Nothing of real substance
The outline of a teenage girl
My head is a cotton ball full of angry hornets
Fuzzy and unfocused but full of unrelenting pain
That comes back again and again
Issues don’t disappear just because they’ve already
Made themselves known
Maybe real girls have to get up
Get dressed, brush their teeth
Go to school and raise their hands
Or their skirts
But I’m not a real girl
I’m Pinocchio in reverse
And my strings have been cut
So I’ll stay in my box,
If you don’t mind
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:09 PM UTC
I opened the box and the cat is, in fact, dead
It died while we were all scratching our heads
We killed something small because we think
Our thoughts are more important than something that breathes
Maybe it’s easier to keep the box closed
Because then it’s alive, as far as we know.
Everything’s fine, long as you don’t look
We keep our eyes closed so we stay off the hook.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
What they don't tell you is
it's impossible to be comfortable with yourself when you're a teenager
you're growing and changing and the world
just keeps moving faster around you and
whenever you ask it to slow down it goes
faster
What they don't tell you is
it's okay to want to fix yourself
being broken isn't a pre-req for being cool
or creative
or cared for
those songs comparing you to hurricanes
won't always be right
What they don't tell you is
it's harder to survive some days than others
Even if you don't need pills
or a therapist
or rehab
living can get too hard no matter what
and it's okay to not be okay
What they don't tell you is
its more than just easy to wake up some days
Even if you need a shrink
or meds
or to go cold turkey
and you're never gonna stop yourself from counting seconds
but instead of a countdown clock
just make them matter
Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC