you love her
you love her
you love her, you do

And you know
that she loves you
You know it, you do

And you know why
She does that
you know it, you do

somewhere
She’s sorry
You know it, you do

But she hurts you
And Turns
Your heart shades of blue

when she makes out with that boy
tucked away by the quiet cold outside the bar’s backdoor

when she ***** that girl she’d been dating months prior to you
Just to make sure you’re the one that she loves

when she has that *******, the 3 minus you



You’ll know you’re a *****
a ******* fool
But you’ll be ****** up
Beyond love-struck
There’ll be no help for you

I present myself "promiscuously" when i feel like my body isn't my body

When the predatory shadows swallow up my mind and convince me that my body belongs to anyone but myself

So i post that "revealing" photo, i send that ****, I go out wearing as little as i can possibly get away with

I do this as an attempt to take back my body
to look years of trauma dead in the eyes and say "*******"

i own this body; this body is my own.

There's something in you
that I thought was made just for me.

As if somehow
when the gods made me and you,
they carved a piece of my heart
and gave it to you.
Or took a piece of your soul
and gave it to me.
When I met you,
I felt I was done searching because
there you were
mine.
My love.

But nothing in you
is made just for me.
It's for you, and only you.
You have no obligation to me
or any other person.
You are a whirlwind.
You are a forest fire.
You are a star refusing to flicker out.
You are a love of a lifetime
destined to touch far more hearts than mine.

you know how people put grease in jars?

yeah, my mom used to do that

yeah. I wish I could do that with my feelings because I just love you SO MUCH*

I understand

Em, I love you to the moon and back.

        I love you to the moon and back too.

Oh, I know you do. Poor thing.

I only eat yellow foods
because maybe if I swallow a little bit of sunshine
it'll chase away the storm

It's like you have a Lego house.
You're just an itsy bitsy tiny little lego guy.
You've been working really ******* this Lego house.
Every day it seems to get a little better, a little bigger.

And then one day you see storm clouds
And something just feels off,
like you feel it the moment you open your eyes in the morning
but you ignore it because you think it'll go away,
you've been here before,
it's probably just another tiny storm.

But you've underestimated it.
it's​ not just a tiny storm
it's a monsoon
and now it's ripping apart your Lego house from the inside.
And you don't call anyone for help
because they'd say
"oh, again?"
So you stand there
watching this monsoon tear down something that's taken you weeks to rebuild.
But you understand the routine.

When it's over
you rest.
Because that's all you can do.
And when you wake up
you add that very first Lego block
And you start building again.
You don't know where it is
You don't know when it'll be back
But you keep building
Because that's what they tell you you have to do.