“It’s okay.”
You actually had the nerve to say it!
While I’m scraping my dignity off the hardwood!
While I’m scrubbing the copper of my own blood out of the rug!
You thought it was okay?!
THAT THIS IS OKAY?!
LOOK AT ME!
Look at me.
Broken in the sheets.
Tears streaming—not a leak, a flood.
Paralyzed while the room spins.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
And you’re standing there... washing your hands of it.
My god dam savior comes in a plastic case.
Not you. This.
The mask I have to craft just to survive the version of “okay” you built for me.
I live in the hollows of the floorboards.
I dance on the jagged edges of your mood.
I am an expert in a science I never asked to study.
Yellow for purple.
Peach for blue.
Green for red.
The things I shouldn’t know by heart!
The things I should have never had to memorize!
But I know this math because of you.
I am an artist of my own erasure.
But you love me, right??
Apr 11
Apr 11, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC
“It’s okay.”
You actually had the nerve to say it!
While I’m scraping my dignity off the hardwood!
While I’m scrubbing the copper of my own blood out of the rug!
You thought it was okay?!
THAT THIS IS OKAY?!
LOOK AT ME!
Look at me.
Broken in the sheets.
Tears streaming—not a leak, a flood.
Paralyzed while the room spins.
I can’t move.
I can’t breathe.
And you’re standing there... washing your hands of it.
My god dam savior comes in a plastic case.
Not you. This.
The mask I have to craft just to survive the version of “okay” you built for me.
I live in the hollows of the floorboards.
I dance on the jagged edges of your mood.
I am an expert in a science I never asked to study.
Yellow for purple.
Peach for blue.
Green for red.
The things I shouldn’t know by heart!
The things I should have never had to memorize!
But I know this math because of you.
I am an artist of my own erasure.
But you love me, right??