What is normal for the Mother,
Is complete chaos for the child.

I watch my insecurities stack up,
Like the clothes on my chair,
They overflow,
Wrinkle.


And I continue to do nothing about it

What is a bird cage without a bird?
                    Decoration.

I have nothing to wear that covers up how much I hate myself.

How many times do you apply makeup,
Till the salty tears wash it away,
To cover it back up,
And as the tide comes in,
A new grief begins,
Today.

Grief doesn’t give us a break,
It slams doors closed on fingers,
Turns lights off on steep staircases,
Leaves us alone with our thoughts,
Brain dead.

he’ll hold my hand like the half dollar in his back pocket, worth something.
he’ll look at me like waking up on the wrong side of the bed isn’t an option, hazel eyes.
he’ll kiss these lips like an executive decision, passionately.
he’ll make love to this body like *** is the only thing between the lines, read them.
he’ll marry this life like I’m the only one in it, I do.