Y'all spit the hottest of fires
And then complain about how much it burns your throat
Still you don't even empathize or learn to apologize
For all the faces you've scorched

And I wear glasses to see
But this is a sight I could do without
You self-serve lies out to those whom you profess to love
So when they start bleeding you can give them verbal bandaids

I'd rather lick my own wounds with my anxiety
It is old enough to be in middle school by now
Maybe that's why I still feel like a child
But funny how you're the one allowed to be childish

So explain to me this because I don't understand
That you have babies just to fill the empty rooms
And then complain about all the **** noise
Wasn't that just a part of your choice, but I ain't saying nothing

I've been told to shut up more than a thousand times
If my brain could do that I swear it would
It's to busy running circles around your promises
But those are as unfulfilled as my life

So as I stand in the same place
While you run from me just as far as you can
Just to complain about such a distance
I shrivel within my own selfishness

For atleast then, I am not alone

It's funny
how much poetry
I write
just because
I want someone
to talk to

Stop
Tearing me apart
Only to ask why I can't
Put myself back together

When my friends think about drinking they see parties, and wild nights, and crazy hangovers

And when I tell them I never plan on letting a sip of alcohol touch my lips, they're scandalized

Because they don't understand

How could they ever?

When I think of drinking, I think of my mom passed out underneath our Christmas tree

Or my dad swerving down side streets with the smell of whiskey wafting off of him like smoke from a campfire

I see my childhood that came crashing down in front of my eyes

I see something that they will never understand

I’ve traced the edges of the house,
we used to call our own,
with Himalayan rock salt,
and summoned up the sea.

While peering from the splintered steps,
watched for the ship of dreams,
an albatross, fell onto the roof,
a sign of death’s decree,

even though there was no hope,
I knew you wouldn’t come—
I waited every day and night,
until I was no longer young.

The midnight skies were starless,
never again did fill with clouds,
the North star would not shine again,
buried alongside Treasure Island.

It took me years to brush away
all the sands of time,
and when the porch was finally clean
I swallowed each tear of mine.

No more could I stand to hold
onto a barren frame,
I stripped our house of memories
and set her skin aflame.

Even from the afterlife,
I’m sure you heard our screams,
I hope its heaven that you’re in
for Hell I’ve come to see.