i want
lavender beaches
strawberry bubblegum
willow-wood bed frames..
i want
sweet summertime
on crumbling tectonic plates
with my burlap baby..
i want
grapefruit pompoms
painted on my cheeks
telling stories in the fluorescence..
i want
everything
everysinglething
everylittlefraction
and that still won’t be enough.
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
i’m not fragile
i won’t break easily
but your touch
isn’t exactly weak either.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
i’ve got racing stripes
war paint
scars
painted on my body.
they don’t wipe away
they don’t bleach out
they don’t spell out my
name.
poetry begs to be written on them..
music begs to make them beautiful..
but all i want to do is to bury them. bury them further and further under my skin until an x-ray machine couldn’t even detect them. i don’t want to see them ever again. just let me get rid of these scars.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
you always knew
that i was scared of small spaces.
you act like you don’t remember
but you do
i know you remember.
you spit out the word
“ claustrophobic ”
like it’s the bitter end of cranberry juice
leaving it stained on the bathroom tile.
now all i can see
in this dark house
is everything you said i shouldn’t be afraid of.
— like small spaces, like you —
can i forgive you ?
no
should i forgive you ?
maybe
am i still afraid of you ?
always
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 9:11 PM UTC
i will
dig myself out
of this grave
you made for me.
i will dig up
my very own bones
my very own shreds
of skin
and come back
from the dead.
so be careful
where you bury me.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 12:02 PM UTC