2 hours closer
to finding direction
in the east

just remember, my dear,
the sun has never
not come up

just. keep. spinning.

i'm terrified
of physical pain
cause i'm a dainty lil thing

but some people
cut themselves
to deal with
their emotional pain,
and i think that makes them
stronger than they realize

unwell, yes.
but strong.

message me next time
you need to bleed out
on someone, please?

you’ve made me feel
so unimportant
recently

and i don’t much care for
this phase you’re in

ending all my
sentences with
prepositions
and i don't have
the energy to care

dramatic
but not inaccurate

i felt like you used me
as a distraction
when you two weren’t
doing well

some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person

you don’t respect
my heart, my body,
or my time

so don’t call here anymore

the second
you started having
feelings for me

we started cracking

i was afraid of that

you lost the right
to love me
the moment you chose her

i don’t romanticize
martyrdom
like i used to

being your backup
makes me feel
out of place in my own sky

for the record—
i’m actually thriving
right now

but i remember how bad
it used to be

i once heard someone say
that human beings
aren’t afraid of heights—
they’re afraid of falling

i didn’t realize how true
that was
until i met you

not a poem—
just the definition
of him

as sad as it is,
i don’t cry over
goodbyes anymore

and that includes
you

we served our purposes
in each other’s lives

really she craved
anything that reminded her
of how rare it is
to be alive

you don’t make me feel
like a hot mess

you make me feel
like a force of nature

i hate that this
is what i need

4am and counting

you have this tendency
to carry your past
like a dead weight

when you start over this time,
i want you to consider
letting it go
and truly starting over

we used to be best friends

but somewhere along
the way,
we lost our best

i love that
you’ve seen me naked

for all my humans
who are struggling

when you don’t respond to me
i assume you’re with her
—in her—
forgetting all about me

he’s the moon
he’s the sun
he’s the ocean
he’s every metaphor
for intangible love

there is a lot of guilt
associated with
writing love poems
for a man who
doesn't want your love...
but you don't know
how to stop...
because your heart beats
in iambic pentameter

i dont trust you anymore