when i arrived,
i rose as a sunrise.
as i grew,
i became his noon.
and i grew,
and i became dusk.
and now,
i am the night,
but he wanted day.
i hope he loves me anyway.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
one a morning,
one a night.
he said it would make my world bright.
one a morning,
one a night.
white porcelain has never looked so right.
one a morning,
one a night.
my skin has never appeared so blight.
one a morning,
one a night.
i tell myself i am alright.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
im sorry
i make your heels bleed from the eggshells,
im sorry
i bury landmines between your toes,
im sorry
i make you choke on your soft words.
im sorry i sail away.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
i want:
sadness and heartbreak and fingertips so hot and rough they melt my skin,
i want my tears to burn my eyelashes and i want my knuckles to crack and rip open my thighs,
i want passion and rebellion and police sirens and whirlwinds and asphalt.
i need:
compassion and tenderness so thoughtful it makes my heart bleed,
i need slow and bandaids and paint and canvases and muse,
i need love and life and light.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
i swear i feel them weep
as my hip begins to seep,
and
i told them i was strong,
but i was
*wrong,
wrong,
wrong*.
it's a habit,
and
i know it makes your heart rabbit.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
my thoughts have become wasps and my brain is a nest
and the angry red jagged lines keep weeping from my thighs,
and all i have to say is,
sorry.
sorry.
sorry.
because i cant change,
and i cant stop my hands from trembling;
and the dark rings under my eyes are big enough to swallow me whole
and i wish they would to save me—
because
i
cannot
save
myself.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
there's a mantra screaming inside my brain and it's eating me alive
i can't stop thinking if she felt it or if it hurt or what she's seen
did she feel the machinery eat into her flesh and snap her bones like in a ******* movie scene
did she see the ground become the sky and the sky the ground
or did she see the trees as they grew upside down
did she see her life in her eyes
does she know that all we've done is cry
did she feel the tons of steel barrel into her and rip her limb from limb?
did she feel any fear?
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 8:24 PM UTC
i want to be pretty and i want to be vivacious and i want to wear ripped jeans and i want to have smooth skin and i want to be shorter and i want to have cheekbones so jutted i could slit throats and i want to dye my hair blue and i want to color my irises green and i want to stain walls with sadness and love and heartbreak and ruin them with holes and break my hands so i can feel my bones crack so i can feel something and be pushed up against them at 3 in the morning with a boy with his hands so tight around me and my legs so tight around him i feel ******* weightless and i want to watch the blood run from my wrists and thighs again and i want to say im sorry and i want to be confident and i want boys and even girls to love me and i want to stop hating myself and i want to stop ruining people's lives because i cant express myself and i want to write novels about strangers who wonder about the universe and why they matter in this insignificant world when nothing matters at all with coffee and paint stained canvases and i want to love someone and i want to grow up and i want to find myself and i want to know
who
i
am
and,
god.
i want to live
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC