growing up has been holding eulogies
for the people that i used to be
maybe that’s why i’ve been wearing black
since i was bruise kneed and fourteen
when i look in the mirror i don’t
recognize the girl i see but when she
stares back there’s a sort of comfort,
in her hunger pain frame...
grown out of the cracks of the city
like a **** on the sidewalk—
surviving despite being stepped on.
when i was older i knew who i was,
bright eyed and bushy tailed,
bruising my lungs with the songs i’ve sung
in sacrifice for this body is a temple but it
is far from sacred and i am the god to
whom it is devoted.
it’s raining salt like sunday nights,
self doubt and sea water,
everything i could be escapes from my
mouth faster than i can breathe—
i woke up tired seven years ago
and i haven’t recovered since.
i wear myself like my second best skin,
we are the mask and the wearer
and every me is me
the past is just as infinite as the future
but i’ve been holding eulogies since i was fourteen
and mourning is always harder on monday’s when everything is new but me.
— when i was older
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
i am shattering like glass
as everything around me slips away
reality fragmenting, i reach to grab shards
sharp enough to slit my own wrists
i return to tendencies of self destruction
like returning to an abusive ex
because even when things are bad
there is comfort in the familiarity pain.
— dis(comfort)
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 10:57 PM UTC
and when you complain
about the bite you receive
do not forget
who sharpened these teeth.
— you taught this dog to bite
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
between numb and nothing,
i was somewhere in between.
where you felt lonely,
i felt relief.
— we had two very different endings
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 2:34 AM UTC
the villainy you teach me i will execute—
after all,
the devil has his miracles too.
—and i am no saint
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:59 AM UTC
lips wrapped in regret,
the bitter taste of betrayal.
tipsy-tongued we tangled,
breaking all the rules at once.
— i asked if you’d remember when i should've asked if you'd regret
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
i held an old friend to my wrist tonight
panicked and unable to breath
a mess of sickening sobs
he pressed down against me
holding me in a comforting embrace
the tears soon ceased
and again i could breath
beneath my wristwatch band
i’ll keep this forbidden secret
nobody can know but me
nobody can know but me.
— relapse
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
i don’t find myself writing love poetry as often anymore.
i wonder to myself;
is it because i have lost the words for which to describe you,
or have i lost you to the words?
— i don’t want to know the answer
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
i have died a thousand times
of a thousand cuts
of a thousand broken hearts.
— but tonight i experience death for the first time
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC
i am in love with the ocean,
and while he is beautiful and strong,
he is turning my heart into a cliff.
eroding me away,
bit by bit.
— i'm afraid soon there will be nothing left
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC