It wasn’t that my dresses were too short,
Or my sentences too long.
It wasn’t that my hair was green,
And my mascara smudged,
It wasn’t that my laugh was too loud,
And my voice too quiet.
No,
It was that I didn’t apologize
For the things you didn’t like.
I wore my skirts with pride,
And fired my sentences at warp speed,
I died my hair green again, then blue,
I let my mascara ghost my eyes
And I laughed, laughed, laughed,
And sometimes - I just stayed quiet.
No,
What really bothered you
Weren’t the imperfections,
It was the confidence that let me love them,
It was the independence that let me embrace them,
It was the strength that let me be who I am.
You didn’t mind that my voice was quiet,
You minded that I didn’t stutter.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
I’ve always loved the rain. Maybe because I found comfort in the way it clouded up my fears and worries and made the world seem so much smaller. I felt more at home amidst the misty downpour than I ever did in blinding sunlight. Rainy days seemed to match my mood so much better than most things and the sky has always has been something I can rely on. It’s everchanging qualities remind me that change is possible and often even necessary
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
My body is a home for trillions of cells
and if I think of them as sentient beings
I won’t hurt myself because
I will risk anything to protect others and
keep them safe.
If only I could do that
for my own sake
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
I was so busy
folding you up
into my
favorite animals
that you yourself
became a
paper swan,
swept away
by a subtle wind
leaving me with
these paper cuts
across my heart.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
You keep laying yourself down
like a jacket over a puddle
because you don’t want to see
anyone with damp feet. Look
at all the footprints - you are
becoming more walkway than
person. Get up, get up, you
are developing more than just
damp feet - you are becoming
damp-souled and damp-hearted.
You are kind and loving and
you need to stand up now.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
I hope one day,
Your human body,
Is not a jail cell,
Instead it's a sunny,
2 pm garden with daises,
thriving because of ,
self love.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
Where does love come from?
And where does it go
When two people can’t feel
Anymore?
Does it settle somewhere?
In your heart,
In your head?
Does it completely leave you
For someone else
Just like she did?
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
Because your eyes burn holes, and I liked the pain.
Because I long to kiss you in the rain.
Because when you touched my skin, I knew what it means ‘to be home.’
Because I’m tried, sick and tired, of being alone.
Because your skin shines like apples with water kissing their shell.
Because I want to be your apple; be my insides, my core, my outside as well.
because I’m cold and need a home.
I know it’s stupid, but I'm just so alone.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
I have a tsunami on the tip of my
tongue
That rolls with the waves and moves right
along
Onto the nest starry-eyed, gullible,
boy
Who thinks I have a remarkable way with
words.
I mean, there is always someone better,
braver.
With special gifts that god gave her-
favor?
Please, I want to know, how to write from the
spine,
And combine all these rad
phrases
and manipulate
mine.
I want to be great, is that to much to
ask?
But at this slow rate i'm going to pass,
because-
Success and happiness are two very different
things...
Why can't i just meet
In between?
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
If you ever feel like a room without a roof, I will always be your shingles. Even in the darkest parts of a February snowstorm, I will drag you to the surface and show you sunshine.
I have always wondered how someone like you could make a forest fire like me as calm as water, because you're not just a boy, you're a storm with skin and I am ready for a little thunder.
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC