My bio professor told us
Every month
The outer layer of skin
fully replaces itself
yet months later
I still felt the sting of your touch
The next class she told us
Every seven years
Every cell has replaced itself
It took me that long
to speak of it the first time
After trauma repeats itself
I wonder if I can forget
I wonder if my bones
Will ever forget the chill
But later she told us
Every 8 years
Your skeleton
Has broken down
and replaced itself again
What a beautiful thought
That one day
Not skin, nor cell, nor bone
Will have ever known you
One down...
...Seven to go
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 3:19 PM UTC
I realized
That if in the end
I lose you
Or I lose myself
I know who wins
.
This time
I choose me.
May 5, 2021
May 5, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
I have hidden
For far too long
Afraid of all the things
You told me
I could never be
.
No longer
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 8:21 AM UTC
Silence drips off my tongue
like the deadliest poison
I have not run out of
words to say
.
I simply have the control
to keep unkind words where they belong.
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 2:38 PM UTC
I feel phantom hands
touch my skin
I try so hard to remind myself
no one is there
but in an empty room
I fear for my body
.
You got away - I got the scars.
Feb 1, 2021
Feb 1, 2021 at 9:15 AM UTC
This weight inside only grows
Each conversation adds another brick
I am so sorry
I never learned how to divide
Only take
And so I take the weight off your shoulders
And place it onto mine
I know this is not expected
But I have come to expect it of myself
I do not know any other way to be
I'm so sorry
I only ever learned how to take.
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 9:50 AM UTC
Your gravity
Has always brought me
Back to you
It is always the times
I am so close to escaping
That your orbit
Circles back
Dragging me into you
Kicking and Screaming
Awaiting the next time
That you let me go
To decide you want me again
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 9:13 AM UTC
I am no longer afraid
Of the woman I am
I no longer cower
At the words I say
I am strong
I am bold
I will not back down
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 9:10 AM UTC
The ache inside of me
Groans like desert for rain
like the waves for the shore
Like stars for the rest of morning
.
And it sounds so beautiful
So poetic
So perfect
An agonizing masterpiece
.
But it still aches
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 7:56 AM UTC
They say
“You don’t choose who you fall in love with”
But I did.
In the end of it
I did
Because I could have chosen
To walk away
Every time you started
To run
But every time
I stood still
I chose you.
And I’m afraid this time
You might be gone for good
And I still choose you.
.
I could have ran too.
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 7:34 AM UTC