Slightly Lovely

Slightly Lovely Apr 2021

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I want to be so much lighter than I am

Slightly Lovely Apr 2021

"I'll love you forever," you say,
Holding me against you,
as you twist the knife in my stomach
"I'll always protect you"
as your poisonous words
"I don't believe you"
rip my stomach to shreds.
"I'll always be there,"
a stark lie spoken the night after
you told me you wouldn't walk me down the isle
you're a ******* liar,
and I'm tired of pretending you're not

Slightly Lovely Mar 2021

Homophobic Parents Who Still Love You Hurt The Most

I collapsed inward,
a tidal wave crashing down as sobs ripped through my whole chest.
You held me tight against you,
a hand holding my head to your heart as I broke,
and when you asked if I wanted to talk about it,
I didn't know how to say
"you"

Slightly Lovely Mar 2021

What it is to be Human

Was there ever a better pair than sad music and sunny skies?
Melancholy in the way of life,
The bittersweet ache of:
                                     y e a r n i n g
                                            and
                                         l i v i n g
                                            and
                                      b r e a k i n g
                                            and
                                       l o n g i n g

i listened to phoebe bridgers and julian baker today, and the sun made their sweet sadness ache like i was happy. But i wasn't. And i'm not.

Slightly Lovely Mar 2021

I got a haircut (when she washed my hair I cried)

I am a half forgotten thing,
skin slowly starving,
living off the whisper of an embrace.
When was the last time lips pressed to me,
or hands caressed me?

Slightly Lovely Mar 2021

(i don't know what to name a bad poem)

I have never ached more,
for someone to call me good.
To look at me.
to press kisses to my face,
to rub circles on my skin.
to see me as a flower or the stars.

Slightly Lovely Feb 2021

Don't stop living.

I want the voices in my head to stop.
I want the overthinking, overfeeling,
to ebb into a quiet murmur.
I want to kiss someone,
without wondering if I should because I wouldn't marry them.
I want to date someone,
without thinking about them leaving.
I want my heart to stop beating,
and I want my brain to stop shouting,
and my lungs to stop breathing,
and my eyes to stop opening,
because every time they do I see a world too complicated to simply live in.
so I'm going to ask you out,
because I want to,
and I'm gonna stop worrying,
so I can live.