You are washed up
Out-dated
Old-fashioned
Never fashionable.

You treat me like an anomoly
Like my intelligence is withered.
Your goal in life is to make me feel small.

In response, I stand up.
Shout
Scream
Belt
Until you can no longer ignore me
Or put me in my place.

I love when you get that look on your face.
That look of utter
Disgust
Disconcertion
Defeat.
It just goes to show that
I know how to outsmart you.

This is why I need feminism.
Why I have embraced it.
Because everything that makes me "unlady-like"
Makes a man ideal in your eyes
And in society's.

To rid the world of
So-called human beings like you.
While in reality
You are nothing but a sexist.

the carpet is orange with little gray and white specks
like television static
the ceiling is off-white with the occasional stain
like snow the neighbors’ dogs have ****** on
I’m filled with the sound a plastic trash bag makes as it’s being *******
suffocating out on the curb in the ***** snow

car exhaust staining the ground
oil dripping in little rainbow pools
they look like tiny universes, cosmic filth
the rings of saturn are only flecks of dust
each of my eyes is a planet for you to explore
each of my hands is a nation for you to invade

the stars are visible in every glistening patch of snow
the sun and moon are the eyes of god
the solar system has lent me its gaze

I wish I could break
Shatter into a million pieces
Of sharded glass, waiting to be stepped on.
Causing you to bleed wouldn't hurt me
Because I would already be broken.

This universe doesn't give a ****
Whether we're moving
Or camping out on life's sidelines.
The doers, in the end
Meet the same fate as the dreamers.

I want you to break me.
Work me until I fall apart
Until I can't take it anymore.
At least then
I will overdose on my need for perfection
Before I die of it.
You can take my needle from me
Before my heart stops beating.
Before it turns my blue vein black.

Then maybe I can stop craving
Everything that hopes to **** me off.

Touch my tender skin
feel my warmth within
trust me to take in
your message given
cannot hide my grin
won’t be mistaken
let me tuck you in
not into cotton
but into our skin

I lie in the bed we've made together, and I think of you.
The one I married. Where did you go my one?
I see a face, its your face. I see brown eyes, your eyes.
You look like my one. You feel like my one. But your not my one.

A demon stares at me. Harsh words, venom from your lips. My one's lips.
I'm slowly dieing.
You look like my one. You smell like my one. But your not him.
I can't find my one.

A body lies next to me, my ones body. So lovely.
But there's someone else inside.
You look like my one. You sound like my one. But your not my one.

You left me my one, left a demon in your place.
I call your name, a demon calls back. I look in your eyes, a demon looks back.
And you'll lay down beside me, and as I dream I'll search for my one.
When I wake up, you'll still be gone. I wish you'd come back my one.
I wish I could find you.