i want to invent a thought
thats totally brand new
something very meaningful
a gift from me to you
but alas, i cannot conjure
what wasn’t already known
so i steal a thought from someone else
and top it off with a bow

her eyes were the color of burnt sienna
arched over pools of black.
she had the smell of chimney on her breath
and wrinkles like flowing smoke around her lips.
she looked an age only defined by sullen experience, matured from countless wakeful nights.
its impossible to guess just how many years her face met the pillow
and the pillow soaked her tears.

its over if i see you on tinder
hook, line, and sinker
cant **** with my heart
like you ****** with his wiener
girl, i thought you were my queen
and I was your lover
i bent over backwards
now you’re bending your back
over some other brother
laying flat on the mattress cover
he can’t even top
like he knows what you want
but you say you want ****
like that’s equivalent to love
don’t lie to me and tell me
that you didn’t love my mouth
i wasn’t born with a stiff
but you said I was enough
just enough, i guess
for a lady who doesn’t give a ****
about who she *****

be weary pretty girls
when boys start to stare
some dream of stealing
the flower from your hair

i hope you find the best *****
with no strings attached
and when you’re just about to quit it,
your **** gets stuck like a
chinese finger trap

im just a girl
who loves other girls,
but im in love with a boy
and i can’t keep my head straight.

if i traced the outline of your tattoo
underneath my fingertips
could that be my excuse?
to feel your skin
and make your senses
tremor at my touch.
would that be too much?
would you call that love?

you’re no longer in my life
and im the better for it
but **** if i can’t cut you out from my mind’s leaking faucet.
i can’t be around you because even when im not
traces of your essence always drip into my thoughts
cause if your hands would touch my skin
i would fall right back again
into the same old dance that plays in my head when im alone in bed.
so stay away from me.
i know im better without you.
and im only better now in case you wanted to notice to me,
to remember me as if you missed me,
and make you wish you never ghosted me.
i just want to forget you
but if i do then you might forget me
and moving on to something better
would seem all for nothing
if you didn’t even miss me

I don't wanna be the sun and I don't wanna be the moon.
I wanna find a way to always share the sky with you.
I'll be the clouds and you be the breeze,
Or you be the branches and I'll be the leaves.
Maybe if we plant ourselves and reach for the sky,
Our roots will connect and we'll forever be entwined.

when i see a spider
or i see a snake
i am shackled by fear
and frozen into place
but when i imagine
how the beasts must feel
they’re terribly afraid
to be crushed by my heel
they shield themselves with courage
by channelling their fears
emitting the strongest will to live
on a frequency no one else can hear
so when im feeling down
or feeling out of place
i imagine myself
as the spider and the snake

Like of jolt of excitement
Fierce, yet fleeting
Evolved into reassured
Never-ending warmth
Subtle, yet constant
Found deep in my chest

noxious words
hang in the air
& cling to your breath
while the rest of us
suffocate

my heart is heavy with love
the kind i want to give
but the kind you don’t deserve

just a splash of gin and tonic
lighting cigs then steppin on ‘em
flashing **** and chugging *****
everyone’s so ******* ****** up
chasing mol with the nearest handle
noses lined on the coffee table
dripping blood from my favorite nostril
wipe it off before i bump another
smashing bottles in the bonfire
acid dancing in the front yard
the bathroom’s now a brothel
just ignore them while you *****
rinse your mouth and get back on it
pass the blunt and get me liquor
light a match and hit the ******
whats his name, the next door neighbor?
ask him if he wants my number
ill text him back when i remember
sun is peaking when we’re coming down
look for a bump but there’s none around
some guy asks to sleep on the couch
smoke two last joints then kick em out

we are the wives to society.
some like being married to the norms
& some of us like to cheat.
some of us are faithful,
to their husbands & to their faiths
children of god and servants to men
mistresses of second place.

as women,
we can not accomplish our goals
without somebody, somewhere
trying to tell us how to do it.
so much pressure to obey society,
you’d think we’re all married to it!

but no.
we come in all shapes, sizes, faiths,
sexualities & identities.
but every woman knows
exactly what i’m talking about.

it doesn’t matter
what kind of woman you are
SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE
will try to make you
the kind of woman
they think you should be.

burned a hole in my jeans
cause i smoke too much ****
made love with my hands
cause my ex doesn’t miss me
sent nudes to a fuckboi
cause **** it, im lonely
just show me a good time
and then you can ghost me