Cut me wide,
let the truth spill out

This isn't mercy,
it's the cost of doubt


I didn’t break the way you planned

I held the fire in my hands
You wanted quiet,

I roared instead

A hurricane

Inside my chest

You called it peace when you walked away

But I still wake with your name

Like a scar behind my teeth

Like something
I can't rinse clean


You left, but you still remain

A bruise I sing through every day
I wasn't still
I shook the ground

You wanted shadows,
I gave sound

No apology for thunder skies

I never learned to whisper lies

No soft goodbye,
no fading line

Just silence dressed up as divine

But peace should never taste like ash
And I still carry what we had

You called it peace when you turned away

But I still wake with your name

Not just a bruise, not just a sting

It’s carved into my everything

You left, but I remain

With your storm beneath my skin

I press my hands
to the shadow of you,
counting the quiet
between your breaths.

you are still here
but the air
already aches
like absence

as if I'm
cradling
your ghost,
begging it to stay.

I still wish to call you love
My fingers twitch at the end
of every line I write you
But now, I just use your name
Because to me
It feels one and the same
Love is synonymous with you

some police poets
and their poetry

the eye of surveilance
the accusations

the instilling of fear
the threat of silence

I say things even when i'm scared
Tired of living in fear of hearing the exact words i don't wanna hear
my heart has been broken enough and even if a little is gone forever
with time, i get better

even if i don’t want to lose you or what i have with whoever
i know i can’t be love to someone temporarily, forever

I deserve better
and it hurts when i speak up
i know what you’re gonna say is gonna make me
throw it all up

times up, i've always waited too long
to say what i feel like despite if it changes everything
if it all goes wrong

Hopefully, one time
and i probably wouldn't believe
if you agreed
if you wanted what i did

You know I'll always be afraid?
just corrupted that way

You know I’ll always feel rage?
they showed me how when I was under age

You know I cry a lot?
for just one soft spot