If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
Problem

Are you okay?
Are you alright, are you fine, are you good?
Are you adequate, are you decent?
Are you emotionally stable, sleeping without crying, smiling because you want to?
Are you breathing without questioning, are you waking up without trying, are you eating without throwing up?
Are you reading this poem right now and thinking no?
Are you thinking for the first time, will I ever be okay?

You will be okay.
You will be alright, you will be fine, you will be good.
You will be adequate, you will be decent.
You will be emotionally stable, you will sleep without crying, and smile for the happiness blooming inside of you.
You will breathe without questioning, you will wake up to a new day, you will eat easily
You
are going to be okay.
So please smile sunshine
It’s a fine new day
To be okay :)

- a.g.

today.
you got married.

i recognise this
half-full
half-empty
yearning feeling

i used to get it all the time.
from your late night texts
what seems like
millions of years ago

an explosion of
emotions.
all in contrast

still
we always wished eachother
well
in the end.

today.
you got married.

now.
you are a married man.

you don't like
those freckles
on your shoulders
but i love drawing them
on the page like
constellations
that are immoral,
that stay with me
forever
even if
you don't
know
that i
exist on
the same
planet
as you.

now who am i supposed to say good morning to?
or wake up to a text saying i love you
where am i gonna find someone like you
i dont want anybody stealing you,
you're not even mine anymore
but it still hurts to know somebody else likes you
and i know this is for the best,
our split,
i know someone will treat you better than i could have ever treated you
and im sorry we werent meant to be
and im sorry for how much it pains me
and im sorry if you want to talk to me but ive been crying too much and i cant see
we both know someone better will come along for you
i just want no part of it
i dont want to see pictures of you two
holding hands,
having fun,
hugging,
kissing,
loving each other the way we used to
and im sorry if that's a problem
but i cant stand you being happy without me.

I sleep,
Mind cluttered with thoughts of you.
Tears rolling gently down my cheeks, furiously away from my eyes.
Knowing that you don't think about me anymore,
The way you used to.