he was purple
i was blue

we were
almost alike

except that
we didn't know

what was going on
between us two


a.t.

if i were to paint her
it's not going to be her curvy eyes
nor her contagious smile
but rather
a flower
in the middle of everything
that's not right

she is happiness
she is light
she is a woman
—a brave, loving woman
and she's one of a kind


a.t.

when you’ve traced
every corner of my body
and have felt
the brittleness of my bones
—and when you’ve brushed
your fingers
through every inch
of my skin,
promise me
you won’t break me

when you’ve bit my lips
and find it bleeding
know that I’m vulnerable to your lies

and when you’ve kissed my tears
and find my eyes lost
know that I’m fragile to your touch

i have plenty of unread books
from Roth
to Palahniuk
supposed have been read
at a good nook

these books I have
are stacked on one shelf
cause time hasn’t given
a minute for myself

these books I have
are my companions
when I’m split into halves
amid destruction

she was slapped ******* her face
she did things on her own
she uttered the unimaginable
she was desperate
she was hurt
she didn’t know what to do
she wanted to let loose
she wanted to breathe
she wanted to cover herself under her sheets
she was cold
she was confused
she wanted to die

and so she wrote

let's stay in a coffee shop
read a book or something
let's have a date
           wordlessly.

or we can sit on a rock
watch the sunset
have our favorite journals on our laps
          write how we feel at the moment.

―a.t.