Thinking of little feet pitter-pattering around the den
A child crying out for mommy to patch up a scraped knee
I yearn for this.
I don’t know if I want a man to father my child.
I’m thinking in vitro.
Give me a sign, universe
I just want my life to move forward
It’s clear to me that you are never going to grow up.
I can only hold myself back so much.
I’m glad I made the choice to walk out tonight.
Anywhere is better than here.
Are we flying or hovering
My stomach is filled with butterflies
I’m floating above ground
It’s a euphoric feeling
So come pull me closer
I’m dying for your touch
You sent me one lousy text.
“I found a new gf so ion need u no more”
(English translation: “I found a new girlfriend so I don’t need you anymore”)
Was I just a toy?
Yours to use?
So insignificant that you couldn’t say it to my face?
I couldn’t even respond.
You blocked me.
Now I know why.
You wanted her.
My best friend.
I knew it all along but I told myself it couldn’t be true.
I hope you’re happier or whatever it is you were looking for in her.
I already deleted your photos and threw away your belongings.
I never needed you anyway, chump.
I’m actually much happier without him. I just wanted to vent how I felt in the moment. (2018)
Sitting in the windowsill wondering where the sun disappears to every night
Looking at the moon when it sparkles after dark
My head spins slowly
Making circles...Blurry eyes
It’s the meds again
We were rising up
But you always wanted more
I couldn’t do it
I’m new to formatting my poetry
Can someone help me figure out Japanese Lantern poems and other forms?
Google isn’t a help
Your existence is insulting.
Looking for inspiration but my brain is scrambled like eggs
Shake the feelings out
Forget pain exists
That’s all the inspiration I need
I’m searching through years of poetry and none of it clicks
I’m moving quickly, scrolling for what seems like eternity
Is there anyone out there who is like me
For I am dying slowly and wishing to write a beautiful work with somebody
I look out my window and see snow falling down in perfect little flakes.
I wonder where all the birds have gone because I miss their chirping at my bedside.
I feel failed by a spring that won’t come early just for me.
I close my curtains and hope that when I get up in the morning the snow will be gone and the birds would be chirping on the windowsill.
Tomorrow is just another day, a relative term; so I guess we will have to see what happens.
— The End —