*******.

No really, *******.

**** your violence.

**** your racism.

**** your climate change denial.

**** your corruption.

**** your too big to fail.

**** your marketing.

**** your advertising.

******* for forgetting knowledge and wisdom are different things.

**** your insistence on presenting a black and white world.

**** your borders.

**** your wars.

**** your crumbling infrastructure.

**** your education system.

**** your health care.

**** your inequality.

******* for devaluing the tangible.

******* for forgetting art and music and poetry matter.  

******* for confusing value and profit.

******* for leaving so many behind.

******* for poisoning our planet.

******* for allowing oil to spill into our oceans over and over and over again.

Seriously, *******.

Get your ******* **** together.

****.

you walked into the room
and the blue sky turned royal
the wind whispered a song for you
and sweetly carried it to the crystal sea
the sun turned to gold and rained its light in your eyes
your feet touch the earth and it smiles to feel you
I smile to feel you
To know you
who you are
what you are
that you are
with me

you walked into the room
and nothing else ever was
you were forever
and everything was you

it was always you
always and only

you walked into the room

I. the sound of people naturally scratching their hands across their jeans. it reminds me of you ripping mine off & acting like you couldn't get enough of my lips against yours.
II. my own reflection. it makes me want to scream until I collapse & rip my skin off of my body until there's nothing left but my porcelain bones.
III. the thought of him leaving a trail of love down another girl's neck. it makes me sick to my stomach & I rather drown in ***** & my own blood than watch him slip through my fingers again.
IV. cigarette smoke reminds me of home. home being your arms. but it also makes me want to quit. I won't. so I'll let the smoke conquer me & fill my lungs until I stop breathing & they're charred to the color of ebony.
V. her smile. it floods my mind & pierces every crevasse of my being. she resembles who I used to be & the recollections of us explode like fireworks in my eyes until I can no longer see.
-o.m. // five things that **** me

what a shame
that the girl who once believed
in fairytales and magic
had to be struck by reality
with demons in her mind
and the fear of never being loved
-k.f.