I don’t want to let you go
Because I know if I do
I’ll lose the part of myself
That has become my favorite,
You
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC
They say girls are like flowers,
But I’m unlike any flower
That you have ever known
Flowers bloom in the spring,
And use the sunlight
As a light source
And a means to grow
I bloom in the darkness
Wrapped underneath my covers,
Beside my pillows,
In a room,
Locked from the inside,
So that I
Can be alone
Flowers need water
From streams and lakes,
From clouds through rain,
After which a vibrant rainbow,
Always awaits
My water comes from pain,
But has the power to heal
As it falls
From the eyes,
As tears,
Drop by drop,
To the roots
Beneath the surface,
And far below
Make no mistake,
Like all flowers
I bloom,
But I operate beyond constructs
Like seasons
Or time
Or weather,
Of the physical
My journey is that of
Patience,
And growth
That can only be seen
By the beholder,
And to those
The beholder
Decides to show
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
I’m so empty
And you’re so deep
That without hesitation
I fell
Just to drown
In you
Jan 23, 2021
Jan 23, 2021 at 9:03 PM UTC
Cut, cut until I bleed,
Watch the blood flow out,
I feel
Relieved
Filled with hunger,
High with greed,
The blood is the water
And the knife is the seed
Watch, watch in silence,
Intrigued
At how the pain transforms into
An inescapable need
And now, now,
I am a fiend
Red marks all over my body,
I can tell you’re displeased
Come on, come on,
Baby please,
What else was I to do
When you ignored my screams
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 11:04 PM UTC
They always say
“Never cry over a boy”
And we’ve all heard that and said “Yes!”
Or “never again”
But then there’s that boy
That comes out of nowhere
That we let ourselves like
That we let our guard down for
That we decide is worth everything
Because he said he was
But I promise you
He showed us different
And we ignored it
And we let him
Further and further
Into our heart
Until one day
Out of nowhere
He decided
He didn’t like it in there
So he shamelessly ripped his way out
Now with my heart torn
And my eyes covered with red flags
I admit
I am hurt and blind
And the person I see in the mirror
Isn’t the person I am
I need to cleanse
To see clearly
Once again
So I will cry,
I’ll cry as much as I want
Because although that advice
Sounds great
Sometimes you just have to cry,
Cry to get over the boy
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 10:09 PM UTC
I looked at myself in the mirror,
Broke a glass,
And held it against my face
Instead of slicing into my skin
Like my mind so desperately desired,
I watched as
My eyes fluttered
And started a steady stream,
Which fell and accumulated
Into a pool at the bottom of the glass
When the stream ceased,
I pursed my lips to the jagged edge
To drink
The sharp glass
Smoothly sliced into my bottom lip
And just as the clear stream flowed into my mouth,
I started to bleed
The blood mixed with my tears,
I swallowed,
And as the salty liquid travelled down my throat,
I realized that I was tasting pain
In its physicality
And yet somehow,
I felt relief
Aug 24, 2020
Aug 24, 2020 at 11:22 AM UTC
We met on a playground
You challenged me to a race,
I won
The next day
You challenged me again
I still beat you
And that became our thing
Slowly by slowly,
You got faster
And before I knew it,
It was me that was chasing you
At first,
It was
Easily,
Happily,
Healthily
But before I knew it,
It was with everything I had
No matter how much my body wanted to give in
And my mind wanted to stop
I risked everything just to be with you
For some reason
I thought you would slow down
Or at least look for me
The way I always looked for you,
But you didn’t
It was gradual,
So I should have seen it coming,
How each time your stride got longer
And you legs moved quicker
But I was so in love with the beginning
That I stopped thinking about the present and the future
And hoped that we could live in the past
Now we pass each other everyday
You look right through me
I always look back
Hoping you’ll turn around
Because I’m done chasing you,
Or so I say
But I guess that’s wishful thinking
Deep down,
I know
That chasing is for the playground,
A place that we’ve outgrown
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
My heart is bleeding
But how can you tell
When it’s already supposed to be
Covered in blood
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC