it was pouring when i left your house that november night and everything reminded me of you
like the spot that the windshield
wipers can never reach
god, i didn't see that car coming
but i swear you were the last thing
going through my mind
before it went through the windshield

(cjw)

I don't like loud music anymore
Because the Beach Boys
Up to the highest volume
Was what you used to
drown my cries
that Sunday night

I don't like loud music anymore
Because I don't know
When you'll snap again
and I'll have to lock my doors
In fear of you hurting me.

I guess the Beach Boys
and locked doors
Don't explain how you treat me
And they never will.
But maybe someday
I'll be able to

listen to loud music
Because I will no longer fear the pain
Of your words and your hands
and your mind.  

Dad.

I know a girl who cut her hair short
My freshman year
Because a boy had pulled it so hard it
tore out her heart

I know a girl who cut her wrists
When we were in 8th grade
Because her mind was not good enough
For her boyfriend.

I know a girl who cut class
My sophomore year
To ***** a senior
Who had ****** every girl in the school
"except me" she said
"We make love" She said.

"We were great" She said.

"We weren't meant to be." She says.

I am falling
down I go, unable to do anything
When I started is unclear
where I will land, I do not know

I am falling
I don't recall when I began
but I do recall how
after all these weeks of falling

I am falling
for what feels like forever
I wish it was forever
I hope it will be forever

I am falling
but it is nice
it was you who pushed me
who began my fall

I am falling
you pushed me
but i like it
the idea of falling for you.

I want to sip from the same cigarette
I want you to unzip my dress
We're suicidal but we're set
Lets get room and just forget.

he likes neck kisses and being called "sweetheart."
he drinks milk when he eats peanut butter,
offer to pour it for him.
he loves pugs and his dog, ******.
if you're not best friends with ****** by the first month,
you're doing something wrong.
when he tells you you're beautiful,
it is easier to just agree.
when he takes you home,
allow plenty of time to say goodnight (he takes forever).
he hates crunchy peanut butter.  
he'll give you his jackets and hug you until you stop crying.
if you watch lord of the rings with him, bring kleenex.
know and understand star wars references or you're *******.
he is an incredible writer.
he'll buy you lots of things for christmas,
do not try to compensate.

if he isn't the best boyfriend you've ever had,
you're not giving him enough credit.
love him, he deserves it.

and i kinda hope you never exist,
because i'm not done loving him yet
and i don't think i ever will be.

i was told i could be anything,
so i chose to be a feminist
because
when i suggested my father help with the laundry,
my mother told me i was crazy.
because
meghan tranior's "all about that bass"
is telling bigger girls to be comfortable in their own skin
because skinny girls already do, right?
because
i'd like to make as much as my male coworkers.
because
i was laughed at for wanting to be a doctor instead of a housewife.
because
people look at me strange when i say i don't want kids.
because
when i gave a speech about feminism in my english class,
i was called a man-hater.
because
"my shoulders distract the boy's education".
because
my mom shouldn't have to worry
about what goes in my drink at concerts.

i will be a feminist until
i can tell my boyfriend
"no babe, i'd rather watch the movie"
and i am not told
"you're depriving him of his needs".
until
my body is my body.
until
i no longer have to carry pepper spray on a keychain.
until
women in foreign countries can vote and drive.
until
woman means human.
until
we understand **** culture
and feminism isn't just about women,
it's about humans.