I gaze at dark clouds across the sky,
Thunder rolls, and rain falls down.
Drenched in my own quiet tears,
I watch from afar, bound by distance.

In skies draped in shadow and storm,
I reach out, tearing the veil of night,
Where you hide, locked behind walls of ego,
I watch, hoping to glimpse your light—
But you stay hidden, enclosed,
Trapped within the box you built alone.

It's lonely, but I'm okay with it
I want my hoodie strings back
I want my cords back
I ******* hate myself so much
Why won't I just jump off a cliff?
That would be so much better
People treat me like air, so why would they care?
Exactly
They won't
When will I get in therapy?
It's been so long
I want to be in therapy or in a mental hospital
It'll help me so much
I want to overdose, or suffocate myself
It would be such a pleasure
Seeing a burden like me die
Die and go to the pits of hell

I don't know if I should trust you
It's true
You give me deja vu
You made me second guess myself
You made me question if I should tell you the truth about myself

You make me cautious about my words
Scared that I'll slip up my words
You make me think that life is a chess game
One wrong move and I lose the game
I got to move my pieces wisely
To not move my pieces truthfully

Wings of Love

My soul heard your call,
opened wide the door of my heart,
and I let you in.

Together, we cherished the temple within,
where love resided,
basking in its beauty and light.

But then, ego haunted you,
made you its prisoner.
Now you’re bound,
trapped within its chains.

I am here,
flying on wings of love,
surrendered to the sky of my heart.
I wait for you to find your wings,
to break free,
to rise beyond ego’s grasp.

Rise up,
find me.

I am here,
waiting.
Find the wings of love and surrender—
break free.
Come, let’s soar together
in the sky of our hearts.

I am here,
waiting.
Rise up,
find me,
with wings of love.

i had a dog once
i think he still loves me
i used to kiss his nose
and take him for walks

when he got scared i held him in my arms
i squeezed him when he shivered
i remember his soft ears and whiskers
i think he still loves me

he is a good boy and i told him
everyday

i try to feel safer about my whereabouts
whenever i'm alone
ever since the security guard at the club
stopped me and asked me not once,
not twice, but four or five times
if i was carrying mace on me
and was astonished every time i
repeated the phrase “no!”
anxiously while he was checking my bag
upon entry.

because it's heavily implied that women can't exist
without some choice of weapon
against the type of men who want to ask
why we're not already defending ourselves
against them when they've established
their weird *** interest while conducting
a security check. i guess.

i think if i did in fact
have mace on me,
his face would have been the first
i'd  have maced.

so like, what flavor mace should i get, guys?