You don’t really care for poetry,
do ya?

Sometimes, pretending not to be sad
is easier than telling people you’re sad.

Maybe I don’t want success
maybe I just wanna get ******!

I’ve never been someone’s “everything”
and that really ******* hurts sometimes,
ya know?

I only know what it means to miss someone; never have I known what it means to be missed.

When I uproot the hairs sprouting from the glabella
and strip my cupid’s bow of its wildflowers,
Frida Kahlo writhes in her grave.

She haunts me.

“You are beautiful.”
[unibrow and all]

“You are beautiful.”
[moustache and all]

“You are beautiful.”
[sadness and all]

Was she actually clingy?

Or was she reasonable in her response
when you neglected her?

Was she really needy?

Or were you just incapable
of meeting her needs?