because when she was young,

people would ask her

"what superpower,

do you wish for?"

so without any hesitation

she replied "invisibility."

and then,

and then she grew up realising

it came true.

You said the anger would come back
just as the love did.

I have a black look I do not
like. It is a mask I try on.
I migrate toward it and its frog
sits on my lips and defecates.
It is old. It is also a pauper.
I have tried to keep it on a diet.
I give it no unction.

There is a good look that I wear
like a blood clot. I have
sewn it over my left breast.
I have made a vocation of it.
Lust has taken plant in it
and I have placed you and your
child at its milk tip.

Oh the blackness is murderous
and the milk tip is brimming
and each machine is working
and I will kiss you when
I cut up one dozen new men
and you will die somewhat,
again and again.

Write poetry until you feel like every inch of yourself is being devoured by your thoughts.
Let yourself get lost in self-loathing.
Scream until your lungs give out and you cough out blood. Let emptiness swallow you whole, invite it into your bed, let it claw your eyes out,
but
treat it like a lover.
Let it drive you mad,
remember emptiness is the closest feeling to love you will get in a while and at least it will make you able to put beautiful words on paper
, unlike love you which will keep you in a trance,

when emptiness will keep your eyes clear and your mind awake. Remember love isn’t what you ******* want.
It isn’t what you ******* need,
it will take all you have, ****,
it will take every single beautiful thought out of you because love doesn’t last. Love never lasts and when you’re empty, ****, you may feel like your chest is collapsing but ******* your mind is becoming a garden and you realize how your eyes hold stars and how ******* beautiful your brain is and I really don’t think anyone else can make you fully realize your self worth, ****, you are the only one who could do that.
Let yourself go mad for a while.
******* do it. No pair of arms could ever produce your thoughts. No one is exactly like you. No one writes the exactly the way you do or speaks the way you do or acts the way you do and ****, APPRECIATE YOURSELF. Because when everybody’s leaves you, your brain and your body are the only things you’ll ******* hate left. Lovers are temporary for you. But self love, self love is something you need to make ******* last. Remember that the next time a person breaks you.

Write poetry until you feel like every inch of yourself is being devoured by your thoughts. Let yourself get lost in self-loathing. Scream until your lungs give out and you cough out blood. Let emptiness swallow you whole, invite it into your bed, let it claw your eyes out, but treat it like a lover. Let it drive you mad, remember emptiness is the closest feeling to love you will get in a while and at least it will make you able to put beautiful words on paper, unlike love you which will keep you in a trance, when emptiness will keep your eyes clear and your mind awake. Remember love isn’t what you ******* want. It isn’t what you ******* need, it will take all you have, ****, it will take every single beautiful thought out of you because love doesn’t last. Love never lasts and when you’re empty, ****, you may feel like your chest is collapsing but ******* your mind is becoming s garden and you realize how your eyes hold stars and how ******* beautiful your brain is and I really don’t think anyone else can make you fully realize your self worth, ****, you are the only one who could do that. Let yourself go mad for a while. ******* do it. No pair of arms could ever produce your thoughts. No one is exactly like you. No one writes the exactly the way you do or speaks the way you do or acts the way you do and ****, APPRECIATE YOURSELF. Because when everybody’s leaves you, your brain and your body are the only things you’ll ******* hate left. Lovers are temporary for you. But self love, self love is something you need to make ******* last. Remember that the next time a person breaks you.