i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
you're perfect
and you'd be perfect
even if your hair was short
or long
and your eyes were brown
or blue
and your lips were big
or small
and you're feeling down
and need someone
i just want you to know
you're perfect.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
you deserve to be
the last thought before i fall
asleep at night, and
you deserve to be
the last person i ever
hurt, and you deserve
to be the last page
in my notebook because you
inspired my words
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
may 23rd
you gave me a necklace
with a heart locket
and it had my name
and on may 24th
the clasp broke
and i lost the locket
with my name on the outside
may 25th
i went looking
for the heart
that said my name
may 26th
i found the chain
and the broken clasp
that made my name lost
may 27th
i said i was sorry
and you said
"it's fine"
may 28th
i didn't believe you
when you said
"it's fine"
and today, on may 29th
i found the heart
that said my name
it was in your chest all along
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
and i've showered four times today
already
and i wish i knew why
i cannot scrub off shame
and disgust
and all other filth
like i would if it were dirt.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
your name is so beautiful
it's written on my walls
and my wrist
and my thighs
and it's always on the tip of my tongue
written in my fogged up mirror
after a shower
doodled on my notebook
under "favorite contacts" on my phone
title of my poems
(even the really dumb ones)
and etched into my brain,
engraved into my heart
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:17 PM UTC
i fancy
the thought of diving
into a slumber
like diving into a pool
with soft pillows
and fresh sheets rippling.
and much like swimming
and wading
sometimes i wish i could stay here
forever
but we know that'd drown me
and that'd feel
just like how it feels
when i wake up
and my reality can't even compare
to sleep.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
its painful, how obviously
you know that you control me
you don't have to bother
throwing rocks at my window
if im already in the doorway
so you are playing puppet
by tugging on my heart strings
to make me dance
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
people say they're lonely
but they've never really felt alone.
they've never felt
walking into a crowded room
and been a common enemy.
they've never felt
the gazes of familiar faces
all wanting you to leave.
they've never felt
just wanting someone
to sit and listen
they've never felt
the acceptance
that no one cares.
they've felt lonely, but not alone.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
to some
spring cleaning
may be about donating the shirt
you haven't worn since 7th grade
or dusting every single picture frame
or scrubbing the tile
or sweeping and vacuuming
that's not my spring cleaning
my spring cleaning
is about changing the way i've been
ever since the 7th grade
and changing every single thing about me
or creating the persona i want to be
or removing and restarting
that's my spring cleaning
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC