Venus fly trap of intrusive thoughts
a broken record of do or die
tangled up in fear and weighted down by the comfort of a blanket in the moment
if I leave my head even for a minute,
I risk delving into the deep end,
the drop off point

You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
Waiting,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”

we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

Baby I don't love you,
I don't miss you,
I just want you to go to hell.
You know all the lies I tell under the moon,
To save my heart from breaking,
And save me from this doom.

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Even though
Grandma
didn't know
exactly
what to
say
to me,
she
said the
only
phrase that
matters,

"I love
you."

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much