You're here
I'm here
Writing about our
Thoughts
and
Feelings

Like they matter.

I mean,
obviously
We think they matter
Or we wouldn't bother sharing

Even if we say
That we're just venting.

Let's face it--
it matters.

We have all these important things to say
But we just say them to each other
Here
To we the people
Who already know
And understand.

You, out there.
Where you are
I've been there.
Most people here
Can say that.

Why tell me?

Tell everyone else.
They need to hear it

We all have our stories.
If we open up
And share and listen
And care.

It might be a little bit
More okay.

Boys don't like girls like me

Boys don't like girls
With frizzy hair
And red velvet tongues

Boys don't like girls
Who wear heavy boots
And leather jackets a size too big
With pins pushed through the fabric
Declaring their beliefs
Like picket signs

Boys don't like girls
With outie belly buttons

Boys don't like girls
Who shop in the men's section
At thrift stores

Boys don't like girls
Who shut themselves in ivory towers
And refuse to let down their hair
Because they're too afraid

Boys don't like girls
Who talk to plants

Boys don't like girls
Who pick the pickles off
Of their cheeseburger because
They believe its the best part
And you always save the best for last

Boys don't like girls
Who carry trauma on their backs like boulders

Boys don't like girls
Who don't know how to kiss
Without leaving
Blood stains on your lips

Boys don't like girls
Who write love poems for themselves

Who practice archery and witchcraft
Because it makes them feel stronger

Who dance in their kitchen
To the music of popping popcorn

Who shy away from touch
Because to them it feels like acid

Who have stretch marks and cellulite

Who'd rather stay at home with the dog
Than go to that party

Who have ice in their soul

Boys don't like girls like me
And I'm trying to be ok with that