You say my tears
are a sign of
weakness

even though
they are of
the same composition
as the tidal waves

tell me—

will you call the ocean
weak?

They always say the first year is the hardest
When is the first for anything but hard
A flower cant bloom if it's not a seed
A seed can't bloom if it's not tended too
How our first  summer was seemingly blue
But our love for one another carried us through
Regardless of the type of day, I am thankful we didn't fall astray
For I would do it all over again if it met growing even stronger with you
I love you

my own brother sexualized me,
its hard to feel love for myself
or to even look in the mirror
when i feel like i carry my scars all over
of all the horror everywhere.

I struggle so much
with the memories
and so much repressed anger
Its like im always screaming inside
and shaking from  insane terror

If content is king,
clarity is queen.
Are you brave enough
to rule the world?