I don’t hate him
I just wish I hadn’t fallen for his little game
I don’t wish him bad omens
I just pray he doesn’t do the same to other girls
I don’t tell his secrets
I just let people figure out his intentions on their own
I don’t miss him
I just have an aching in my chest when I think about him
I don’t cry over him
I just stay up at night contemplating the pain he caused me
I do forgive him
But I don’t forget the scars he left
I don’t forget the lies he fed me
I don’t forget the things he took from me
That I will never get back
I don’t forget the feeling of unworthiness
And I will never forget the words he said
As we neared the end
I don’t hate him
But I don’t love him either.

Take me to the moonlight
Let me walk in the dark
Find the unknown and make it known
Wander alone
By myself
Whisper to the trees
And write poems on the trunks
Let me hear the midnight callings
And answer them one by one.

We bicker
We yell
Fighting with words
Losing our minds
Blood rushing
Screaming, crying
Lost in this brokenness
Trying, trying
To fix it
To make it alright
Bandage it back together
Kiss it goodnight
Yet here
There are no kisses to give
No love to receive
Forgotten, not forgiven
Screaming, crying
No more trying

throw themselves off buildings

You cannot love someone before you love yourself.
You say that you're happy, yet you aren't happy in your own company.
You say that you're a better person now that you've met him, yet weren't you a fantastic person before?
You say that you can't live without him, yet you have all the necessities of life to live without him.
What you don't realize darling is that you are wonderfully amazing in your own unique way.
Truth is you don't need him to be happy, because your laughter used to fill a room before you even knew of his existence.
Truth is you were a good person before he came along, you helped people in need as often as you could.
Truth is you can survive without him and live a successful life however you'd like.
Truth is darling, you'd be okay by yourself.
You'd learn to love yourself,
Learn to be happy when he's not around,
Learn to get out there and meet people, experience things,
Learn to have goals and dreams aside from his,
You would learn.
If you don't build your own dream, someone else will hire you to help them build theirs.
Before you love someone and give your all to them, fall in love with yourself.
Be yourself, because no matter how much you love them and they love you, they will change you.
Make sure you're grounded, stable.
People won't always be there for you, but you will always be there for yourself.
And darling don't ever let a boy push you down so low to where you don't love yourself and to where you feel like a mistake.
Because you aren't a mistake
You're absolutely wonderful.
Love yourself, because yourself deserves that love.

I’ve been injected with false hope so many times I can’t cope.

where
you are
is not
who you
are.
— circumstances

normality: a paved road

to all women

your body is beautiful
your body is also your own
and no one has the right to tell you your personal preferences
you do not have to be skin and bones
you're allowed to have hair on your body
how did we get from loving ourselves to slightly mutilating the natural state of our bodies
in order to be deemed *acceptable
it's ridiculous
that us women are ashamed of our scars
we're meticulous
about our body hair and how much is too much
we're limitless
in how far we'll go to hide or cover up our stretch marks
our vigilance
of our acne and how each spot seems like a curse
our willfulness
to shut out mouths about what happens to our bodies every month
our diligence
in making our waist size smaller
our bodies are a landscape and whatever lies upon it is beautiful
our scars are stories that tell about our experiences
our body hair is natural so why should it matter if people are offended by it
our stretch marks are badges of honor saying look at how strong this body is
our acne isn't ugly or nasty, it's a sign that we're going through the normal phases of life
our periods are beautiful and are designed to help us bare children
our weight and body size do not make us ugly, they make us who we are
once we realize that our bodies are beautiful
and that it doesn't matter what people have to say about it
we can finally understand that we need to take care of our body
because it is our home and it's the only place we have to live
your body is beautiful
your body is also your own.

lucky are the kids whose parents
are still together...lucky...

I knew it was over
When I stopped thinking about
Our future
And I started thinking about
Mine

Throwing coins
In wishing wells
        Didn’t work
So I opted to
Write my worries
        In the sky
And maybe
       Just maybe
The wind would
Catch them and
       Take them away.

Dear Dais,
Mom and dad aren’t together anymore. I know you won’t believe it because I still don’t. It wasn’t your fault. Dad just did some stupid things. And it wasn’t mom‘s fault, she gave him enough chances. Right now you’re doing okay. You’re 17 now and graduation is right around the corner. It’s taken you three high schools and lots of tears to finish, but you’re going to make it. You’re an aunt now even though you really see your nephew. You’re 2 & 1/2 years clean. That means you no longer do drugs, drink, and stay out too late with boys. You’ve been very very sad at times, sometimes to the point where you would draw on your arms with something sharp. You stopped that. At one point you wouldn’t eat. You got over that. You finally let God into your life. You let boys and fake friends hurt you but now you’re stronger than them. You still get sad sometimes, but you’ve came a long way. I’m proud of you. I’m proud. You might not understand right now, but one day you will. Don’t try so hard to grow up, because I’d give anything just to be a kid for a day. Life is hard, but through everything to come, you will make it through. You will go through a lot, more than you thought. But you won’t give up because you’re much stronger than any superhero there ever was. Stay strong girl.
~ Daisy Rae
11-13-17

I don't want to hear
        you're hot
I want to hear
                     you're funny
          your personality is amazing
you're adventurous
             you're lovely
                         you're an inspiration
          *you're worth it

maybe it’s my fault.
I should have known you wouldn’t
stay the same forever.
so maybe I’m to blame for
being so naive.

I stay
thinking that you are my destiny

tell me that I can't
        and I'll show you that I'm more than
                 capable.
tell me that I'm worthless
        and I'll point out my infinity price
                 tag.
tell me that I'm nothing
        and I won't prove it because I know
                 my worth, it doesn't mean you
                 have to.

I’m brave,
I go to that prison
Knowing I’ll get beaten
It’s my decision,
To wake up in the morning
Damp eyes and busted lip
Warning,
Don’t look at my eyes
Deep pain lives there
My disguise,
A smile on my face
Words that spit lies
Just in case,
Take away the meds
Take away the knife
Make sure I get out of bed.

Hold me when the rain pours, not just during sunshine.

mind bullies your body

Your favorite phrase is ‘I don’t like that’
You like it your way, just like your mommy
You can’t get enough of your favorite show, Blue’s Clues
You are almost ready to stop using diapers during the day
You are obsessed with jewelry even if it’s the candy kind
You love dressing up in your princess dresses
You are going through the asking why? faze
You have grown up so much
And I can’t believe how far we have both came.

You were my grand final
but the show is already
over

anxiety is a killer
           it takes over your mind and body
     swallowing you whole
causing you to worry
       about uncertain outcomes
   leaving you a little numb
           it mistakes ‘try’ with ‘perfection’
  every red mark
                 gives you a ghost white complexion
       next weeks reunion gives you chills down your spine
   will they remember me?
should I just decline?
you can feel it in your hands
          as they sweat and shake
you can hear it in the sound of your queasy stomach and your shoe tapping away
you can see it in the way your muscles stiffen and your eyes become blank
you slowly start to succumb to these physical symptoms
       and slowly, you shut down
your hands cannot grasp your drink
your legs can no longer hold you up
your stomach cannot hold down this mornings breakfast
       and you tumble
       and it leaves a bruise on your forehead
       you mumble
    *will they notice?

"What's holding you back?"

             **   I don't want to give up something
  
       I've worked so hard to hold together...

I wonder if he knows
My heart beats for him always

I wonder if he senses
The loneliness in my days

I wonder if he thinks
About the poems I write for him

I wonder if he questions
*why did I date a poet

He only half-listens
There’s contempt in his voice
His words are like fire
I get burned with no choice

His eyes are distant
I see fury in his sight
I try to run away
He puts up a fight

I cry and I suffer
Pain that goes deep
Words full of hatred
Love that fights sleep

People aren’t perfect
And no matter how hard we try
We cannot make someone into
The person we want them to be.

Let them realize their own flaws
And change will come
Eventually.

drink the night away

later turned into never

smoke their lungs black

mirrors are just glass