I have a lot of anger built up inside me. I'm angry at society's obsession with ***. Maybe I don't want to touch your skin. I want to touch your heart and your soul. I'm sick of feeling worthless because of the number of boys I've laid down with. I'm ready to stand up. It's time we all stand up for how we really feel. Now I'm not **** shaming, don't get me wrong. I'm a firm believer in doing what you want as long as it's what you really want to do.
I am angry because I let curiosity ruin my innocence and now I'm struggling just to feel okay. I don't want to be alone but take your hands off of me. Feel my words and caress my thoughts. Just be on the same plane as me because intellectual connection is as **** as it gets.

I've always bruised easily
I wear my heart on my sleeve
If you were to jab it, you'd find out it bleeds
give me a moment, give me some space,
I need time, a few minutes to waste
my every last nerve has spilled on the tile
I've got to pick them up, please, it'll take a while

nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.

I am too angry to write
My words will burn through the paper
Tear it to shreds
Smoldering anger
Burst into flame
Will destroy
Whatever I write
I am so angry that it feels like
Bleeding
Pouring out from deep within

Here I am, looking up causes for headaches
at 1 am
when I know it will always come back to you.
My hands found the bottom of the ocean
as I cleaned old movie tickets out of my car today.
I can see your honesty from here.
It took my composure on its way out the door.
I’m not bitter anymore.
I’m just tired.
And I’m tired of being so tired.
I’m sorry you didn’t stay.
I’m sorry that I apologize
for all the times you didn’t.
I keep forgetting these things
are not one-sided,
and so,
I’m sorry I gave you everything
for nothing in return.
You tasted like love,
and I was parched.
Still am.

I have so many passions,
But I contain no passion to pursue them.