Should I reply now?
It’s not the same.
I’m not the same.
You don’t feel familiar.
You look foreign.
The class was loud, very loud.
Your existence was announced.
You looked new,
but you were old news.
I talked.
You shared.
I talked.
You ignored.
I talked.
You disgusted me.
New year, new me.
New year, new trigger.
The moon gazed at me longer.
Your sparkling shadow appeared.
You talked.
Why.
You talked.
Anger.
You talked.
I answered.
You talked.
And I realized.
You are a fool.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 8:33 AM UTC
The standards I have set for myself
are almost impossible to return from.
I want a life burning with excitement,
a life where my femininity is celebrated.
In this diaspora I live,
I just need to be great.
No one depends on me.
I cling to myself
like a sloth clinging to its tree.
I have a future that hangs
at the corner of my head,
ready to burst into reality.
Without greatness in mind, I'm merely a breeze,
another woman ready to be sold off for marriage.
But I am nothing without the future I see.
I can’t live
live without the greatness I impeccably need.
I'm all I have.
and I need.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 5:02 AM UTC
I shelter myself so fiercely.
I am an ongoing discussion;
my life isn't perceived the same.
Do you know I love talking about the most unusual things?
Do you know I can't go a day without my mother's voice?
I wake to a new perception of myself,
one I've made for someone new.
The idea of knowing Diane,
the idea of me being open.
You'll grow tired, I can tell;
I always could.
I'm a girl who is scared:
scared of what the real me reveals,
scared of hurting myself,
scared of how you'll see me.
You can't know how obsessed I become,
you can't know how much power and wealth i crave,
you can't know how much love I hold to give.
I am dull,
I am unfindable.
I am nowhere;
I am lost.
I can't locate what I'm terrified people will see.
They always leave.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:43 AM UTC
“I’m repulsed by you,”
I say.
Maybe that will make me feel better.
Frozen, trying to remember memories
because you made me hate them.
Two sinners bonded,
creating a friendship
against everything in the commandment.
Oh, look what we became
One sinner gave it all.
The other… saw it bare.
The sinners?
Both right.
No wrong.
The sinners are separated.
One saw it as a joke.
One swore it all.
One never forgave.
Both fell.
The Devil laughed.
I saw.
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC