I still wake up some nights
with the taste of your tongue on my lips
my dreams are so vivid
I can feel your fingertips on my skin
when I close my eyes tight enough
I can hear your heartbeat as my head rests
on an empty pillow
your ghost lives in my room,
in our bed
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
dear mom
you planted my heart
in a *** of hope
and watered it with forgiveness,
you were not disappointed
when I bloomed into an exact version
of you
but I was disappointed
when I fell in love with men
who left,
just like my father did
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:44 PM UTC
As I lay in his bed full of secrets
I ask myself
Why i allow myself to be one of them
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:40 PM UTC
you are not convincing me
by pressing your palms against my inner thighs
to spread them apart
you are not convincing me
when you push my shoulders deeper into the mattress
you are not convincing me
when your lips are pressed to my ear
telling me I like it
you are forcing me,
you are taking away my power
to say no
and that
is not consent
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
There’s nothing worse than feeling so completely and utterly sad you can’t even cry. You can’t even stand up. You can’t even open your eyes. Nothing makes sense. Not the weather. Not the date. You can’t tell the mornings from nights because your mind is dark whether the sun is shining or not. It’s a numbing feeling. Completely numb. You couldn’t feel a knife going through your chest numb. It’s the kind of sad you don’t come out of. The kind of sad that consumes you. No ones voice could make this better. No ones embrace could make this better. No drug. No alcohol could make this better. No warm bubble bath or junk food could make this better. No man. No woman. No human could make this better. I’m not even sure that death could make this better. I think even when I’m gone, I will be in pain.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
you can tell me you hate me
but you will never hate me
more than I hate me
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
My heart gets heavy
each time you speak to me
like you are the king
and I am merely a peasant
asking for a little more than you give
only to better our village
that has been falling apart
since your ruling
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
Hate rolls off your tongue
In the same formation
As blood drips down my wrist
My lungs are collapsing
Due to the list of disappointments
You piled on me like bricks
I am alive
But I wish I wasn't
I wish I wasn't.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
no excuse in the world
will ever make up
for the way that you never
allowed me to say no
without a reason
that made sense to you
Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
Hi, my name is NotGoodEnough
But you can call me:
BadListener
Uninterested
Indecisive
TooTired
Lazy
Boring
Uncomfortable
Insecure
Or Unfocused
At least, that's what he calls me
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 10:23 PM UTC