I’m tired of wanting to let go.
I’m tired of trying to hold on.
Tired of turning the pages hoping for a better chapter.
Jun 8, 2022
Jun 8, 2022 at 11:10 PM UTC
***** hands
Broken teeth
Shatterd eyes
Shocking glare
Broken pavement
Bloodied soul
These cards are not your own.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 2:38 AM UTC
I have a mug that’s broken twice.
Each time I glue it together.
It’s not worth much, really.
You see though, I wanted this mug to be my mug forever. I haven’t held much forever. Haven’t trusted it’d be there.
When I hold my mug, I think of the warm summer air in Washington when I bought it. I remember feeling like I was friends with my step sisters and I felt like I fit in with my family. I felt invincible and I felt love.
It could’ve been the meds I’d had all week - mom says I’m so nice to be around (but only when I’m high).
Oh my mug, my mug.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 5:28 AM UTC
You called me a ***** from my first breath.
Extenuating circumstances were but a detail; extenuating being - nonexistent.
This sheltered child that just wanted love and knew no better.
This sheltered
— gay— ******* girl —
wanted acceptance and found it in her abyss.
Where her quirks were labeled earned her outcast. Lines up her calves. Feelings of something other than the terror that ensued.
Listen to your mother - she’ll tell you your worth - a list of pros and cons - calls to the cops - but is it worth her gaze ?
Moms busy in the bathroom.
Were you ready to be a parent so soon?
They see the lines - they smell the cigarette dreams. Do they see your drowning? Do they hear your screams?
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 1:04 AM UTC
I’ve always had some days
that I dont exist.
Some days,
I just can’t try anymore.
I can’t be anymore; life's heavy.
When will I go a day and be
able to breathe through;
I’m still waiting.
I’m so happy,
But ******* sad.
It’s never gone away.
I just keep reaching and reaching.
Falling harder and harder every time. Drowning into myself and my suffocation.
It all feels so ******* unobtainable.
Someone made a world for
everyone. Except me.
Nov 24, 2019
Nov 24, 2019 at 4:40 PM UTC
I’ve never been the one to
Break
It’s the world around
That seems to
Snap
But with you;
a tear from your eye causes my entirety to
Shatter
My love, you’re my world.
My existence summed up into a person.
How
-terrifyingly beautiful-
can that possibly be
You hold my heart in your palms
I’ll have it no other way.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 2:27 AM UTC
freedom
in a few words;
after a million lies.
freedom
in a couple minutes;
after years.
freedom
the glass closet fell away;
shattering.
freedom
in a few words;
I was free.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 1:55 AM UTC
Realizing I'm not where I belong, just where I am.
Realizing I lost my love for myself and I can't pour from an empty cup.
Realizing I'm on my way, but not there yet.
Realizing that breaking someone else, won't build me.
Realizing that caring, isn't always easy, nor will it repair anything.
Realizing that eventually these rains will stop and these winds will cease.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
When I finally broke; I shattered.
Little broken shards, in my tiny glass closet.
Bloodied and broken.
Shaking with a pain and understanding I had never felt.
A brokenness I needed to know.
An understanding of the way it should be.
In opposition to the way it was.
My glass closet door could be left ajar.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
I'm ****** to hell for loving a woman.
But I'll exist in hell for loving a man.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC