someday,
i'll wake up and be glad i did.

608

Afraid! Of whom am I afraid?
Not Death—for who is He?
The Porter of my Father’s Lodge
As much abasheth me!

Of Life? ’Twere odd I fear [a] thing
That comprehendeth me
In one or two existences—
As Deity decree—

Of Resurrection? Is the East
Afraid to trust the Morn
With her fastidious forehead?
As soon impeach my Crown!

if feelings are not
physical things,
how do they
hurt you
so much?

i learned
that my heart
is as large
as my fist,
but that
doesn't mean
that it is
as strong

ive smashed
every
single
******* mirror
in this house
because
*im so tired of seeing you
when i look at me