My life will not revolve
around another man
no good for me

I deserve a kind hearted man
who buys me flowers
chocolates

hearts and vanilla ice cream
I deserve to be able
to cut myself
off

without glances
whispers
looks

He should know how I work
how I think and
feel
because he thinks
the same

I should not have
to fight myself
to stay
away
It should
be
easier

No.
I’m lying
is this what
love
feels like?

“Do we need to talk?”
hangs from my tongue
on a noose of
agreed
silence.

It tastes like I’ve imagined
your lips, or perhaps
those were someone else’s
once, before
this.

The words hover
coat my mouth
in sugar and mint
carved and colored
swirls.

“I don’t think you two
will ever figure it
out”
which two? us two?
oh. uh.
Truth.

“Are we going to talk about
how we just had…
nevermind.”

Silence is our
Death Sentence.

Stop me, Stop Me
I am running toward a
precipice
I’m scared of what’s
on the other
side

Avenge me
When silence conquers
love
drags me down
ties me up
gags me.

Scream for me
When my voice
quits
curls up in my throat
blocking even
oxygen

Shake me, Shake Me
I am barely
living
I am living a life
of constant
apathy.

Stop,
Avenge
Scream and
Shake