Oh how the world forgets the harshest truth:
Friends can break your heart too
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
I could never risk
Pouring myself
Into hands that couldn’t hold me
But here I am
Spilling out of my cup
Hoping that you can catch me
With the holes of your heart
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 12:41 AM UTC
You let me fall so easily
Into the little space between your arm and chest
You knew that I was drunk
Intoxicated by the music, the dancing,
the ***** and you
My lips brushed against your cheek
My fingers traced your lips
Then my lips replaced my fingers
I was too drunk to realize
Until I pulled away
You pulled me back in
Passionate, passion I've yearned for
Passion I had never received
Now as reality displaces fantasy
I know that I was just another girl
A convenient option, a pit stop
That you periodically stop in
When did I become like this?
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
Can you come a little closer?
Let me undress your wounds
And let your wounds bleed and bleed
Let me help you find some release
I know you’re not used to
Letting others sit in your cult of pain
But I feel your pain too
Please let me feel it with you
Don’t push your pain to the shadow of your mind
Embrace it, reveal it, you deserve to feel it
Please stop smiling with your misty eyes
Please don’t cover your wounds with bandaid lies
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
You call me beautiful like it's my name
Play with my hair, twisting it around your fingers
Kissing my soul, but never my lips
You draw me in like magnets
Priming me until my skin is raw,
until my heart is vulnerable
And then you strike
Shredding the idea of what could've been
With your razor-sharp tongue
Setting my soul on fire
Burning me down, and you won't let me out
Please just let me out
If this is what your love is
I don't know if I want it
But call me beautiful one more time
And I'll fall at your feet
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
He loves me, he loves me not
Since when were those two things
Mutually exclusive?
To me it seems you both love and hate me
Sweet sweet honey drips from your fangs
As you drain me, why do you drain me
There was a time where I would believe
That I was the one to blame
When you stuck a blade in my gut
But look where I have come now
To know that I deserve consistency
And passion and respect and love
To know that I deserve more
Than you could ever offer me
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
The clock breaks my heart beat
Into hours, minutes, seconds
It reminds me to breathe
Let my heart beat
One, two, three
Just make it through the next sixty seconds
Through the next sixty minutes
Through the entire day
Four, five, six
Until you're in your bed
Staring at the ceiling
Breathing, breathing
You made it through the day
But how do you make it through the night?
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
I love the way your lashes are laced in tears
That are just barely hanging on
That are just about to fall
Please just let them
Please
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
Once a month my body bleeds
My body aches, my body grieves
The pain makes it hard to breathe
The pain is immobilizing
But I can’t complain anymore
Because now my moms body no longer bleeds
But her heart aches, her heart grieves
Her pain makes it hard to breathe
The pain is immobilizing
I still can create a life inside of me
I am cancer free
My mom wasn’t so lucky...
But mom can I tell you please?
It doesn’t make you less womanly
You haven’t lost your identity
You still had the power to create me
You can ache and you can grieve
Even though you feel like you lost a part of yourself
You’ll never lose me
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 12:32 PM UTC