I am a feminist
Feeling fenced in
in a gender binary
fenced in a ****** binary
so people dismiss my Bi
No ally can stop that without listening
Listen with your ears and if you can't hear
listen with your eyes. Know that I don't need to prove my Bi
Yemen child brides, committing homicide
building graveyards inside of themselves
Acid attacks, police and blacks
**** is asked for
Jews are gassed more
Conversion therapy
People can't see through the Trans*parency
Gender roles wrapped up into us
Making us feel trapped making us adapt
A is not for Allys
A is for Ace or Aro
Thrown with a bow I miss the target
cast into the shadow
Lesbians are loved stripped down
but not in the gown
appreciated more with their mouths shut
and no ones mind open
They chose to be blind not see with their eyes
hear with your ears
hear the gunshot or the scream from the queer kid
who is bleeding, smiles were misleading
thought they were happy
Thats because we stigmatize mental illness
I feel the stillness of progress
My anxiety is as bad as the start
I've been told that l'm not being smart
but I know my voice is a work of art
We whitewash the shadow
using bleach to whiten skin
drinking bleach when that skin isn't light to begin
I am a feminist

If I'm to feel the shake of your winds gather the leaves from the trees will the rain fall down brushing my skin gently. Will the cleanse chill my skin, cause me to shiver or recoil? Will it touch my heart and cause a typhoon like the tears over missing you, its been years since I last knew what to do.

I cry like the waves giving themselves back to the ocean. Pulling everything under until they are heavy and gasping for clear air. I hear people say my mood changes like the wind which steers my tears. Transporting my energy into something that doesnt matter. Your voice travels through me and I recieve it, just more muffled than how it was sent. I too swell
in response to a distant storm further within myself. Creates a hole I cannot escape from. You took advantage of the wave to carry yourself away to somewhere warmer. Calmer

Cling tight, fear of falling, fear of flying, fear of being, and fear of leaving. I cant stay without wanting to leave and I cant leave without wanting to stay. You hold me and I push. You push and I cling. Always wanting what I cant have. Life calling for me and me clawing at it in response.

Your teeth on my neck sent shivers through my body, quietly knowing one day your smile would be for someone else.

My skin burns at eyes and my heart winces. Im like a turtle, retreating back into her shell, hiding from the glare of the sun. Long enough and it starts a fire.

Art isnt suppose to be perfect. Art is the broken concrete on the sidewalk. The one you trip on and and become bloodied and bruised. Its the decaying flower you have to pull up from the roots before it infects the growth around it. Its the crack of your voice when defending everything you believe. Its preventing the perfection in everything else you cherish from becoming damaged.

Is it not enough-
To serve you the sky,
Moon in my hand
Stars a feast spread on our table
Sun circling around our heads
Jupiter in a small, tiny velvet box on the table
Her rings sitting, stagnant
Waiting
For you to come down from Space.

How long has it been since the pillows touched my head and I haven't been greeted by everything I've bled.

Silence is the loudest in the presence of a lover's lips.

Doomsday nurses us from the start, reigning over the watchlist of our lifetimes. I walk through the destruction in my path while ignoring the hand I dealt in it. The disillusionment falls out of your mouth and I weep tears at the sight. The end of a cycle. I nutured you whole and watched the lilacs bloom from your scalp. Started as buds but with the passage of time became weeded. I thought I breathed new life but it stands as just obliteration.

I remember staying until 2 am with you. We were planning to watch the meteor shower but time got the best of us and we were caught up in laughter and lingering touches. I left my gaze on you for just a second too long and you asked me why I was looking at you like that. I said there was no reason. But I remember thinking that I didnt need a star to wish on that night because what I always wanted was in front of me.

I use to believe in life after death
Nowadays I feel lucky to believe in life while Im still living it

Lilith
Tender Shadow
Reckoning of will
Big girl with little girl fire
Tantrum turned Sapphire
Face the drums
Feel the beat
Fight back with such intensity
Kiss the ground when you leave
Feel her sacred earth return to you
When you turn around, it will be the flames that you see

Sometimes I wake up drunk on daylight's dawn, sending you my intoxicated love letters through brisk mourning air, grieving everything we couldve been.

Forever in love,
Your eyes are the hands of time
Holding me gently

I learned to keep a blanket in my car because even on the good nights, the walls of my house shake, threatening to crash down on the life inside of it.

Aphrodite is not a weak goddess. You've never felt a heartbreak without Aphrodite longing the same, mourning  with every lost love and every last widower. She is a ghost, wiping away your tears with her sleeves, tilting your chin up before kissing your forehead, whispering that you'll love again, even if it's yourself. And isnt that strength?

Better to have a stark reality than a fragmented facade. Rather you leave arms open than mouth closed. Say Gods name when you leave,  not refuge but defamation. Put your loyalty into your spite for me. At least you can stay consistent with it there.

I kiss the tip of your nose while my leg is thrown over your weary bones. Smiling, knowing that Im the one who gets to see this part of you, falling asleep mumbling your lullaby locutions with I love yous twirled around your tongue.

And for the butterflies dont migrate through and straight. We all must be ready to move to the will of the winds.

It waits until you leave the room to resume. It doesnt count the minutes on the stopwatch until you'll be back, but it counts the rhythm of your steps as you leave. What if my heart doesnt know how to let go around you. What if it can't be forgiving. Having heart just means your living, what if I can't live with what you are. What if what you are is who I need to be. But what if I cant breathe.

Starlight boy, made of constellations, you are my guiding light. You carry the sky, or are you the sky. The waves of purple to navy to black, a collection of your shades. Every one as beautiful as the last. Your night sky never gets tiring to look at. Shifting, moving, covered, but forever there. Within and without, miles from where we are but so close I feel like I could reach out and touch you. So present and so distant, you my starlight boy are a collision of feigned hearts and scrabbled messages. You’re so hard to read, but it’s all never made so much sense until I saw you. So sing me sleepy and say goodbye before sunrise interrupts your melody. But I’ll see you again my love, every night I have left on this Earth, I’ll look towards you.

And when the ocean one day reclaims every land we have ever known, we'll find home in eachother. For forever and the forever after.

The light from the lampshade cascades a shadow across the white wall. Creating the outline of a broken body who proclaims bruises can’t be seen by the shadows. This doesn’t take convincing. The dark isn’t aware of the bruises, we talk of light and safety but all it does is highlight our downfalls. Says good morning to the hurt and a new day of torture. The revival of another ****** day. And we worship that? The broken body that  shakes and screams is ignored by the morning rush and clatter. The night listens and lets you empty.

I once saw a butterfly with bruised wings and, in that moment,  I understood what it felt like to break the most fragile, beautiful part of oneself

While I cry to myself in the mirror, she'll be admiring every creak in my bones.

And the people who are extensions of you breathe monoxide and speak with the sound of shrewd drills. I can't help but hear your voice through their wreckage.

Goddess of Spring and Queen of the Underworld. Rearranging the decor at deaths door, she took the man by the hand and started dancing in the despair. Reborn was her body, growing mold in her hair, pomegranate seeds in her teeth. Hell hath no fury like a woman accustomed there.

Lying is the gift that keeps on giving.

A promise is nice until its the 6th time you're hearing it.

When Heaven says 'no more entrance', Hell's going to start taking volunteers

How do you hold the weight of the world on shoulders made of soft feathers. Collides into it and collapses, but once its gone, rising again as if it has never known pain.

He tastes of the ocean, I have been craving it for so long, I know the salt will drain me but Im still parched, so I keep returning for another taste, praying for it to be sweeter this time, drowning in my cravings for nothing more than saltwater stinging my mouth.

Sometimes its in my best interest to not be.

This is for Goddesses: You're not meant to know how to feed the freezing out of the palm of your hands, how to help the dying feel alive. You dont know how to love a broken thing back together.

Reality is but a prison to a man who knows no bounds

The little girl inside of me screams to be important and acknowledged.
Her voice shrill while everyone around stand with plugged ears.
I wanna be heard.
I wanna scream.
I wanna be heard.

Its always a foolish choice to hold on to the I love yous like a life raft while surrounded by the wreckage of a ship

Why is the air still at the witching hour. Is stillness magic or power? Why does the daylight hold you easier? Simpler. Are empty words better while awake or asleep? Are dreams a cry for help, Are the words exchanged between lovers? Are you asleep or just floating when you tell me what lies in your cavities? When you empty yourself of those words does it feel lighter, simpler? Are we alive, awake, or just concious? When you face the moon and spill your secrets to her does she smile? Or does she sit and wait until your confidence turns her sunshine? Do you expect me to follow her?

I thank the universe for letting me come to know your starry kaleidoscope eyes. Not long until the overhead shower of starlight is over.

You're always the bad guy in my dreams, what if my subconscious knows you better than me

Roses are red
As red as the open wound that bleeds
Violets are blue
As blue as the bruises on my beaten heart
Sugar is sweet
As sweet as your smile turned bitter after goodbyes
And so are you
Full of sugary sweetness, rotten teeth, and stomach aches.

And when I tuck you in at night, I hope you feel safe, wrapped tightly in my locust lullabies.

Tragedy should not make heroes out of villains.

Call them back.
Delete the message.
Videochat her.
Block that number.

You know the one.

The hair ties I left behind. I never forget where I put them, just a keepsake to come back to later. They know the hollows of my past. Followed me down every dark alley, school hallway, and soft bed. Only difference is they get left behind physically, while I get left behind mentally. The people I’ve left in my life are haunted by my remnants. Or blessed with my image. My face forever blacklisted from their memories but when they see my traces buried under their pillow their recollection of my portrayal does a 180 back to the day you told me you loved me. And you loved me. Then, my brain does a 180 back to the day you told me you loved me and did not love me. Back to the day I stayed too late because I never wanted to leave, never wanted to go home, you were home. Part of me overstayed my welcome and no. Im not talking about the hair ties anymore. Im talking about my heartstrings. The way you played them while shouting that I brought you to the hesitance because Im the whirlwind, the quick flutter of waves and you only were around long enough to get your feet wet, not long enough to strip each layer of clothes and get devoured by the storm I am, because storms are messy. Reek of nothing but havoc and frenzied goodbyes. Goodbyes that are resistant and without reason. Not anybody in this world wants a rushed farewell. I was left behind waiting for it, slowly. For you to tuck those hair ties into a back drawer and say goodbye one last time.

Ill always be the fool,  throwing my heart in the air hoping you catch it when it falls.