My skin cracks
when you touch it,
and I can not stop crying
because you think that I am beautiful,
and I hate you for that.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
The way you used to say my name
Sang to me louder than any church choir
Ever has before.
And don’t you remember that time
I sang to you?
You danced with me on your bed,
And accidentally put your t.v.
right through the wall.
I will probably never know
How to love anyone as much
as I loved you right then.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Don’t you know,
That I am the dirt
Underneath your fingernails?
And don’t you know
How vile that feels?
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 3:23 AM UTC
The summer I was seventeen
I kissed a boy,
And together we made
A perfect tangle
of youth and vulnerability.
I went back to our river
After he had left for the west coast.
The tides ran lower.
Sometimes I think of you
And you still make me feel like
*** and sunshine,
Frank Sinatra
and street light kisses.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
I sat and watched a bug crawl across your skin
From your leg to your hand to your wrist,
to the scars up your arm.
Scars I’ve never noticed,
Scars that look familiar,
Scars that amount to more than mine.
And I looked to see that
My skin appeared to be held together by spiderwebs.
I felt ugly.
I felt human.
And then the sun shone brighter
and I was a million little stained glass pieces.
A million little stained glass pieces held together by spiderwebs.
I folded into myself and
tried to listen to the choir sing
But they were too far away.
I was alone.
I knew you were too.
Alone with the sunshine. Alone in our stained glass.
I just sat there in the grass,
folding and unfolding.
Letting the sun shine into me.
To be under our skin and
To see the way all our little fragments shone.
I wonder how we would look turned inside out.
Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
i spent too many ripe summer evenings
chain smoking on my rooftop
all alone, thinking of just you
and how you hate my cigarettes
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
I remember back when
I promised myself
I would never kiss anyone
who I did not think the world of.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 9:58 PM UTC
Red lipped and soft spoken,
the world is kind to girls like me.
But we are dark eyed and dark minded
and our quiet mouths are burning.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
I hide beneath
the ocean's waves;
cursed to always be the tide,
never to be the moon.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
I read something somewhere once and it went something like this:
“Love is the opposite of power. That’s why it makes us so uncomfortable.”
Well, I’m not much good at love
But I’m good at surrendering
And lucky for me,
Most people can’t tell the difference.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC