anyone can speak at me
anyway they want

"you're too this,"
"you're too that."

all they ever do is taunt

when i stand up for myself
— a fault, apparently —
their jaws drop and their eyes pop

"why are you yelling at me?"

sorry that i have feelings
sorry that i have pride
sorry that i have to be
the only one on my own side

sorry i don't want to be belittled

sorry i can't be berated

sorry that you call this love

when all i feel is hated

how dare you leave me this way

vacated and

empty and begging

for you to stay


i'm not sure what to think, do, or say

this is one of those things

that changes

in an odd

and particularly

challenging way

do i still love you?

maybe i never stopped

because on the list of those i miss

you were always at the top

every time i open my mouth

someone makes me feel small

if my feelings aren't valid

why should i even speak at all?

the way i love you is like an atomic bomb.
dangerous and overpowering
-- absolutely nuclear.
when it drops, it's undeniable and
the mushroom cloud thereafter blocks your lungs,
making it hard to breathe.

she tells me to **** it up like a sponge

shut my eyes tight and bite on my tongue

i can't help but feel like the kiss of death

one day i'll look around to find nothing left

everything i touch turns to dust

dirt, grime, nothingness, and rust

always chasing shadows

don't know where you'll go

will this ship sink or stay afloat?

we don't know, we can't know



but please remember this

that everyone gets one wish

ultimate bliss

you're always going to be on my list



i live in your brown eyes, die in your smile

everything you do makes this all worthwhile

i would travel a million miles

got me caught up in the pile