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737 · Apr 2019
Why are you sad?
C F Apr 2019
Why are you sad?
    He asks the man in the mirror.

                                         I’m sad for the times that have passed
    And the times that I’ve missed.

                           I’m sad for the times I missed
    Because I was too busy being sad.

                          I’m sad for the people I love,
    As they age away into decay.

                              I’m sad for the people I’ve lost,
    Because I know they’re not coming back.

                                   I’m sad for what I know is coming
Because I know I can’t stop it.
706 · Mar 2019
Breaths
C F Mar 2019
I take a deep breath in,
and let it out.

I'm safe here.
The blankets are warm,
I'm cocooned in the crook of your arm.

I worry I'm happy enough to disappear.
That I might somehow transform,
and lose this thing that I absolutely adore.

I let a slow breath out,
and took a deep one in.

All is well once more.
528 · Mar 2019
Pieces of You in Me
C F Mar 2019
There are so many
pieces of you,
sewn into me.

Stitch by stitch,
needle and thread.
I can't break away.

There are so many
pieces of you,
sewn into me.

I'll lie here,
on our bedspread.
Counting.

Stitch by stitch,
needle and thread.
You'll sew my limbs
into place.

You pull here or there,
tuck whats threadbare.

Tuck my foot under,
maybe I'll twitch.

I don't know how to
Separate what is me
and what was you.  

I'll never get away.

Because there are so many,
pieces of you,
sewn into me.
505 · Apr 2019
Every Step
C F Apr 2019
With every step,
you and I
We make our beds.

In the piney mosses
that grows in the cracks
of tired sidewalks.

Near the nest of peels
and fallen flakes from
age old graffiti.

We walk against  
forgotten faces
of decrepit buildings.

You and I
We lay our heads here.
To dream of a world gone by.
482 · Mar 2019
Freedom
C F Mar 2019
Break free, they said.
It's great, they said.

For once, I might have to agree.

Let me go back to the days of unfiltered grins
Cackling laughter
Knobby knees.
Clacking together

It's so lovely, here.

The trees are greener, here.
And the moss smells of
The new age.

You'd love it here.
My little slice
Of Peter Pan's Neverland.
466 · Mar 2021
What My Mother Doesn't Know
C F Mar 2021
When I was younger
I once read a book,
That somehow connected with me.

It was bought by my mother
And
It was aptly named, What My Mother Doesn't Know

I'm quite sure my mother knew
Atleast most of what I was up too.
And I was all the better for it.

I still have the book,
I think I'll give it to my own child one day.
463 · Nov 2019
Allow Me
C F Nov 2019
Allow me to bend
At the knees.

Allow me to weep.
Uncannily.

Over a basin,

A nearby water source.
Outside of my own.

I could be compared to

Those giving birth
Naturally.
Maybe.

I quite honestly Don't
Particularly,
Give a flying ****.
It's not about you.

But understand this
I am not over
I am not ended

Unceremoniously.

I am whole,
Though I am missing
Parts and pieces.

Lungs.
Bones.
Brains.

A newborn heart.

Hungry mewling
Whines.
Cries.
Tinkling laugher.
Unending diapers.

I lack those.
But still I am whole,
Even though I am only one.

I am whole.
And I need not
Nor want
Anything more.

I am whole.
As I am.

I have not ended.
I am not an uninhabitable
Husk.

I am me.
I am whole.
Just as I am.

Just allow me
To Weep
For a moment.
Just one.
421 · May 2020
Halsey's Without Me
C F May 2020
I once heard that stupid song played
In a car
On repeat

I've grown to hate it.

Of course, I can live without you.
No. It's not lonely up here
It's brimming over with life

Without you.
You meant nothing.
I gave you a chance.

You tried to hurt me.
Your mistake.

You did not fix me.
How can you fix a piece of jade
Crevaced with gold?

You can't.
My cracks and imperfections
Make me all the more valuable.

I used you.
You did not use me,
You utter hypermasculine fool.

Her words were
Most definitely
Never meant for the
Likes of you.
393 · Nov 2019
Hello!
C F Nov 2019
Hi!
It's me!

Please, keep laughing!
Let me throw in
A joke or two,

Oh please!
It's my pleasure
It's at my expense, afterall.

But, please.

Just give me a moment,
Just to recharge.
A moment's all I need!

I just need
To curl into a cube.
Just for a second.

I just need to sob!
And before you know it,

I'll say,

Hi!
It's me!
And I'm so happy to see you!

Let's laugh and chuckle,
It'll be a gaffe!
366 · Oct 2019
Just Go Away
C F Oct 2019
Please,
Dear God. Woman.
Just go away.

We're happy.
Sort of.

We love each other.
I promise.

We're struggling, I know.
But, not in the way you think.

Let me assure you,
You're his past.
There is no room for you.

We have suffered loss,
But we can heal each other,
Without you.

I'm sure you're hurting.
I've been there.
I know each touch burns,
And every kiss scars.

But, Please.

I beg you.
Just go the **** away.

All you're doing is hurting
Two broken people.
We could have been three.

Please. Please. Please.
Just leave us,
Just the two of us.
Leave us the **** alone.
355 · Sep 2019
Background
C F Sep 2019
I have come to realise that I am
One of those kind of people

The kind that are forever
In the background
Of everyone else's photos.
350 · Feb 2020
I wish I met you first.
C F Feb 2020
It's funny.
I was born
Within a loving family

Only child
Learned to be alone.
But, there was nothing wrong.
I had a guardian dog and doting parents
Despite their unavailability.

I hit high school
First boyfriend.
He took something that I can't regain.
So, I learned to carry on.

I just wish I'd met you first.

From the age of 14
I learned to bury my hurt
To bury my anger
To bury my shrinking heart.

I just wish I'd met you first.

I hit college
Things are looking up
I'm 20 something now and my past
Is far behind me

But, wouldn't you know it
Some self-indulgent prepubesent boy
Has made me his home.

I buried it too.

I just wish I'd met you first.

I buried my indignation
I buried my rage
I buried my hatred of the human race.

I just wish I'd met you first.

But then I met you,
You were funny,
And sweet,
And you could keep up with me.

Then we got closer.
And closer.
I realised that not all men are evil pigs.
I wished I met you first.

You brought out my best,
You gave me smiles and laughter,
You taught me to be free.

But.
My freedom comes with a cost.
I should have known.
14 years of shoving my feelings and abuse,
It left me angry.

Angry enough that I could scream
Scream so loud that all who could hear me
Their ear drums would burst

So they could feel my pain
My violations
My innocence ripped away

So they could feel how I feel
I can't be silent anymore
And I know I'm prone to bouts of violence.

I do apologise,
I know it's scary.
To go from soft and patient

To deadly and searing.
With the glint of something
Sharp and metal
In my peripheral.

I know in my heart that
You're good and kind.
That you'd die before you hurt me.
So I apologise for troubling you.

But, at the same time I don't.
Hear my war-cry,
Understand I will take your blood
Before someone else takes mine.
349 · Nov 2019
I know.
C F Nov 2019
I know what they said
But

It's a lot harder
To separate myself

From what
Escapes me.

Bit by bit,
Tissue by flesh

It's not enticing
And I know the doctors said

She wouldn't know
She didnt have a brain just yet

But I do
And it's burning
With non-descript
Condemation
346 · Mar 2019
Power
C F Mar 2019
Self-empowerment.
What does it mean?

Maybe it means
That you can take a punch
That you can get knocked down
and stand up on your own two feet.

That you can spit out the blood
That you can dry your tears
and keep fighting.

You can.
You know you can.
Don't you?

Well?
What are you waiting for?
Your clock is ticking.
345 · Apr 2020
My Father Taught Me
C F Apr 2020
My father taught me
A lot of things.

In my youth,

He taught me to care for myself
Before anyone else

He taught me that I am whole
That I am worth so much more
Than a compliment from a boy
With complicated feelings.

He taught me to fight
If I had too
To strike the thigh just so
And break his nose

How did he know it would be a he?
Why didn't he tell me?

As I grew and left his wing
He taught me more
But of life

He taught me that
The hand that feeds
Should be bitten,
if it beats.

He taught me that
He wouldn't be here forever
And I cried

He taught me that
I was strong enough to take them
(and if I wasn't, my mother would bury his body.)

He taught me that
He could cry too
When he and I realised we wouldn't be able
To just go a floor and bug the other

He taught me that
Human beings are difficult
But the relationships are worth it
When you both try

As I aged and graduated
He was caught between letting me go
And letting me hold on while I could

He taught me that
My mother wanted only the best for me
Even though I couldn't see it yet

He taught me that
They were growing older

He taught me that
Patience and consistency and effencicey
Is key when you want it

He taught me that
They were proud of me

He taught me that
Depression gets the best of us
Even though I remember him calling it
A cowards way out.

He taught me that
He loved me.
He loved me more than life itself.

He taught me that
While he couldn't fight my battles for me
He would fight my demons to the death
Whether they were human or imagination.

He taught me that
While I could obviously stand alone on my own
I didn't have too
And I didnt want too.

He taught me
I still didn't know
What I'd do when he was gone.
336 · Mar 2019
I Love You Too.
C F Mar 2019
I love you, he grins.
I love you too, she smiles.

Why do you love me?
He asks.
And she blinks.

She goes quiet,
carefully considering each phrase
churning them round in her head.

Not because of a sudden onslaught
of twirling adoration.
Or even a hint
of tumbling affection

Nor because of a pure
strangling sensation of warmth
in her chest.

She is quiet because,
there is nothing
where she knows
should be something.

She tilts her head, and smiles.
Words mean nothing to you, right?
He nods, confused.

Well, why do you love me?
She asks.

She is waiting for the rush
of softly uttered adoration.

She already knows
and here they come.

Words fall
from his fevered tongue
in great big drops.

And there they go,
in great big waves.
Seeping into her bones,

Quickly, with
a hammering.
Silence.

They smile at each other.
And turn off the bedroom lamp.

They will have good dreams tonight.
299 · Oct 2019
Goodbye.
C F Oct 2019
I know we only had two months together.
At the most.

But, please.
Know that your father and I loved you
With all our heart.

It killed me.
To pull your remains out
Piece by piece

We loved you.
I promise.
295 · Nov 2019
I submit
C F Nov 2019
I truly do.

I admit
One-hundred and ten percent
I submit.

You are better.
Stronger.
Faster.

I am a mere counterfeit
On your behalf.

A piece he tried to shave down
Just to fit
The hole he cannot bereft.

I submit.

Please take him and leave.
Theres no need to convince.

I am a misfit.
Theres no need to requit.

I am so tired.
I just want to lay down
And rest.

So please.
I submit.
Please take him and go.
288 · Nov 2019
It's a Lovely Gesture.
C F Nov 2019
You tell me to call,
With a smile.
To just pick up the phone,
If I don't feel quite right.

It's a lovely gesture.
But I think you and I.

We both know.
Don't we?

I wouldn't dare touch
A single number
For you.
277 · Oct 2019
What am I?
C F Oct 2019
When you take away
The Sick
The Broken
The Hurt
The just Barely making It

What am I supposed to be now?

Please.
I need to know.
273 · May 2019
Some Relationships
C F May 2019
I think there are some
relationships which were doomed.
Doomed before you'd even begun.  

Some that you should not
have jumped so quickly
at the chance to be loved.

Some relationships where you
should have become friends
before lovers.

Maybe then you'd realise that
you were better off
Friends.
Strangers.
Alone.
249 · Oct 2019
Formaldehyde
C F Oct 2019
I scratched my skin but all I got was nail polish
Acetone
Formeldehyde

I scratched my skin trying to find you
Iron
Nitrogen

I scratched my skin
But all I got was
A bandaid from my kin.
238 · Mar 2020
Feel It
C F Mar 2020
I have no mercy
For you
Any longer.

I wish I did.

I won't surrender
No.
I can't.

I've come too far
On my own journey,
Yes. I'm not a heartless villain
Like Disney.

I can feel it destroying me
I am a child of anger
Until the battle is done.

I can feel it
Burning in my veins
The rage
In my blood

You stepped too far
You pushed too far
You thought you were safe.

You thought you were
Untouchable.

But people talk
And talk
And talk
And now I'm done.

You don't seem to understand
That you need to run

Because I know more than he does
And you're naive
If you think I won't tell him.

You can sleep for today
But tomorrow we fight.
229 · Nov 2019
I think
C F Nov 2019
I think
I can get over this.

I think.
I can see the light.

I think
I'm okay losing interest
In the things and people I once loved.

I think
It's best if you leave.
I still have my bottle.

I think
I love being an extra
In my own Hollywood
Motion picture.

It's relaxing.
Enticing
And yet also endearing.

I think
This is all for the best.

Me and my bottles?
We're fine without you and yours.
227 · Mar 2019
Untitled
C F Mar 2019
Just as,
Your medals will dull.
Your statues will crumble to dust.

Just as,
Your lungs fill with your last breath.
Your skull will empty after death.

Your words will fall away into nothing.
You'll be forgotten.

After all,

Didn't you know?

Darkness looks the same on everyone
once you're consigned to oblivion.
208 · Apr 2019
First Kiss
C F Apr 2019
"Your lips are so soft."
You said to me,
after our first kiss.

You nearly shouted it,
even though we were so
close that you could've whispered.

It was like
your mouth
and your mind
couldn't deal with it at the same time.

Your conundrum
might've delighted me.
Just a little.

Enough, anyway,
that I kissed you again.
206 · Dec 2019
First
C F Dec 2019
How terrifying it is
To fear you will be destroyed
By a single man

So terrifying
In fact
You destroy yourself.                
First.
196 · Apr 2019
Sorry
C F Apr 2019
I can feel myself getting
scared, you know?

Not that I'm scared of you,
or of us

But that I'm getting scared
of what I'm going to do
when I can't turn around and see you.

I don't want to feel like
the core of my soul
dropped out from under me
just because you're a
couple thousand miles away.

I need this distance.
I need to push away from you.
Just a little.

I need to feel whole again
and I'm sorry for that.

I really am.
193 · Dec 2019
Have a Holy-Joly Christmas
C F Dec 2019
I am trying
very hard
To have a holy-joly Christmas
This year.

I want to smile
And laugh
And cheer

I want to feel the warmth
That Christmas tree lights give.

I want to put out cookies
For an obese old man
To enjoy

I want to sing
And dance
And Carol

I really do.
192 · Apr 2019
Save Me
C F Apr 2019
Break me
down.
Rebuild me
in your image.
Make me
your masterpiece.
191 · Apr 2019
Ignorance
C F Apr 2019
I don't like to lie,
and I'll be the first to tell you that.

It's just something about fabricating a memory in someone else's mind that gives me the heebie-jeebies.

All that I can liken it to is,
stepping into another person's brain
and smacking everything until it rearranges into the way that I want it to be.

But, does it ever stop me?
No.

It never stops me from telling someone
to have a lovely day,
that I'm honestly not judging every word they've said so far.

It hasn't stopped me from telling him
I love him too.  

It's like a broken faucet that I can't shut off,
I mumble the words without an ounce of consideration
for the weight he holds them to be.

But those are little white lies, right?
They're designed to make the other person feel better
and sometimes people need a lie to feel better.

So I tell myself, it's okay.
He needs this.

Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?
190 · Mar 2019
Yellow
C F Mar 2019
The story goes that Vincent Van Gogh once tried to eat yellow paint because he wanted to feel yellow inside-that yellow was happiness. He drank turpentine and tried to eat some of his paints whilst in Saint-Rémy. But, if you read his letters-he wasn't trying to be yellow inside-he wanted to die.

Yellow, I think, would taste sharp and nutty.

It'd hurt you but,

It'd grab all of your attention at once
and coil round your tongue.
It'd choke you.

Not everyone can appreciate the curse of being undeniably captivating but distasteful for its own overtures.

Yellow is like biting into ruccola or cracking open hard sunflower seeds with your teeth. It stings at first but as soon as it's gone you want to recapture the feeling by trying again and again.

It's never the same.
189 · Sep 2019
I've Been Told
C F Sep 2019
I've been told I'm too
Quiet.

I've been told I don't
Speak
my mind.

I've been told I need to be
Loud
to be heard.

But I've never been told
Thank you.

I've never been told
Please
either.
188 · Mar 2023
Trigger Warning
C F Mar 2023
I am calm
Most of the time.

I will have many
Questions about basically everything.

I have questions about race
Orientation
Sexuality

For instance, I am Bi
And yet I do not pray upon
Everything I see.

Instead I am quietly defending myself
Mentally.
Sometimes, physically.
A man come too close and I just,
Just shove. I shove as hard as I can

I refuse to feel powerless again.
They shouldn't have gotten so close
Indecent
I'd be a harlot
Jezebel
Since it's always my fault.

I am abrasive now.
I'm curious now.
I'm barely free now.

I ask questions to learn
Yet I am running
I am running from the memory
The memory of my inner child's ******.

I said no
And yet
I had no choice.

It happened anyway.


I never said yes.
169 · Jul 2019
Wool
C F Jul 2019
Wool.
It's so constricting.
Binding.
You could pull
       scream
           cry.
Yet.
It'll never give you a moment's weakness.

I am wrapped in wool.
     Legs.
      Arms.
All wrapped round and round
      in my own yarns.

Round and round we go,
stitches pulled so tightly,
I can never rest.

I am invincible.
162 · Apr 2019
These Stories We Tell
C F Apr 2019
We lay in bed at 4 AM,
planning out the future with
giggles and warmth.

Theres stories of
our  childhoods.

Full of rosy cheeks
and the stupid mistakes
we made inbetween the sheets.  

But our favourite story of mine
is how we couldn't realise
that we were
so close
and yet so far
from that stupid happily ever after.
160 · Jul 2019
I'm sorry.
C F Jul 2019
I know you'll never see this.
I know it wouldn't help anyway.

When you said goodbye,
I didn't realise what we'd done.
I didn't realise what I'd done to you.

I know that I should be the one
Angry.
Scorned.
Broken.

You left me.

Remember?
And yet, I'm relieved.
We were puzzle pieces that simply didn't fit.

For two years you and I were...
Well, you and I were We.
Planning a life that
you snuffed out with five words.

I'm breaking up with you.

Houses, rings, vows.
What kind of schools we'd put our kids in.
Where we'd retire.

You're the one that said goodbye.
You're saying it was my fault.

I know.
I knew then too.
I know I didn't? Couldn't?
No.

Wouldn't.

I know I wouldn't Love you well enough.

And for that, I'm sorry.
o man. Broke a guy's heart hard enough that he had to leave a whole state.
155 · Dec 2022
BONES
C F Dec 2022
He claims he doesn't hate the show.
Just the main character.

I don't think he actually despises it.

I think it reminds him

I am a level of harmful
You state the sky is blue
I see purple, pink, yellow. Light green.
And while I see it is,
WHY is in colour for you

You do not know.
So I fade

I become the voice of reason.

I am tired.
Please, let me
Rest.
145 · Mar 2019
Again
C F Mar 2019
We never could get our timing right,
Could we?

I was always one step ahead,
or one too far behind.

You were scared, I know.
That's always
The Status Quo.

But,
Can we try again?
Please.

I just need to try again.
144 · Dec 2019
Eyelids
C F Dec 2019
I shut my eyes,
Lids wired tight.

And breath.

Breathe.

I breathe all.

When they open,
I know.

I will conquer all
And smile
Whilst I crush their
Skulls.
142 · Dec 2019
I like to think
C F Dec 2019
I like to think
That my hair
Is made of strands of hay
And cotton

Woven together beautifully
To form a bit of spun
Gold

I like to think
That my eyes
Are made of chestnuts
And moss

Pruned with tender loving care
To form a
Masterpiece of living beauty

Reflected Back with a
Curious gaze at you

I like to think
My lips were carefully painted
By God
To be a daunting
Ruby red.

But I know I am
Paled
I know I am greeted now
Dulled

No one wants used clothing
These days.
140 · Mar 2019
Soft Sweet Hunger
C F Mar 2019
Be still, sweet girl.
But do not linger.

Feel the ebb and flow
Of your chest filling with
soft, sweet, hunger.

And then let it go.
Don't let your mouth open
just to say hello.

Let it all go.
138 · Aug 2022
He Knows Me
C F Aug 2022
Thank God,
Or whoever or whatever above,
Why? He knows me.

When I fall both up and down a set of stairs,
It's not a cause for concern.
He isn't even surprised anymore, just sticks out an arm
And there I fall, thanking God it's him I picked.
Why.?
Because he knows me and how I do and when I say maybe, he knows it means no.

He either catches me from clocking my head on a
Particularly sharp door ****,
Or,
Pushes me back up on my own step
All in sync with my feet.
Which is, well, quite the feat.
Excuse the pun.

I try to sneak into bed, crouch oh so quietly to plug in my phone.

Then promptly stand and step to trip over a cord
And I curse quietly and quickly as I fall into bed
And he gives me a second of rubbing my ankle
Before he asks,

"You okay?"

And I answer,

"Yeah, just tripped on a cord"

And he rolls over and says
"Should I beat it up?"

And I sort of smile frown because I know he's asleep and it is endearing but he ought to sleep so I say.

"Maybe Tomorrow." And he sort of nods then puts a hand on me so he knows I'm here. Why? Because he knows me. I think.
137 · Dec 2019
Suffragette
C F Dec 2019
At first, I judged you.
Unfairly.

Afterall, society taught me
those who employ
Militancy.
Hurtful.
Disorderly.

Tactics

Those wouldn't be
Deservong
Of the right to
Liberty
Freedom
Justice.


Then j realised something
I am female
It is genuinely, literally
Only
Because of me
And my kind
That you exist.

Then I realised  men
Men who were born from us
People
Who are only possibly of us


You literally cannot live without us
You power comes from us.

So therefore,
Shouldn't your mother be paid the same as a man?
Shouldn't your sister get itM
5as I'd she were a man?

You burned shops and people because it's a shame, but men only react to an emotion

So we must terrorise the men.
Or else, we won't survive
118 · Dec 2019
I swear I'm not racist
C F Dec 2019
I swear I'm not racist,
I know everyone says this.

Over and over and over again.
Especially with some ****
Like trump ruling.

In fact, I've really just got ADHD
Or was it ADD?

Did you see that butterfly?
It's wings were blue and normally they're white.

But did you know that the squirrels around here
Actually carry the
High medieval ages genetic formula
Of the black plague?

Yeah, that disease.
It's the one that wiped out basically
most of the world.

I think that's part of why
We associate black things
With bad things.

Like that might be why black cats
Are killed so much more often
Than whites

Or why no one likes the colour black
Unless you're trying to get back
At your white suburban parents.

In that case, let's get you some sad poetry
Or songs
Don't forget to get a piercing
Or tattoos
Maybe something in the arms?
Oh! And you have to always wear black
Even when it's socially
Inappropriate.

Aren't there still situations in America
Where black isn't okay?
I'm about 93.4% sure that's true,
But hey. I've got a made-up mental disorder named
ADHD.

So isn't every thing free game now?
If it helps,

I'm half Cherokee

My sister died in the womb

Do those hardships that I have
Absolutely nothing to do with
make me better at talking
about discrimination now?

Should I say I have a cousin that married
Someone of a darker skin colour?
Is that better?

Or should I just admit
That I can't physically Or
Emotionally understand
Your hardships.

I can only sympathise.
I cannot emphasize.

I can only protect.
I cannot recollect.

Simply because I am the colour of snow
Or even fresh sheets of paper.
And you're the colour of
The grim reaper.

But trust me, please.
I understand it gets harder and harder
To just breathe.
118 · Jan 2022
Speaking of Teaching,
C F Jan 2022
Not only was I a kindergarten teacher,
But hey!
Guess what?
Your preschoolers teacher
Can't live off what they pay her.

So I had yet another job,
This was ontop of my other job as a tutor.
So I guess a third job?

Seriously, your kid's teachers are paid for *****.
It's a miracle they haven't
Hired serial killers at this rate.

Regardless, I ran a tight ship.
It was technically a democracy,
Except I held the power of infinite vetoes.

Like starting a fire with a microscope,
Vetoed.

Sitting and standing on top of tables with ***** shoes,
Then eating ontop of said tables.
Hard veto.

Lets play with a bunch of sharp forks, and stab each other.
Also a veto.

Gosh, I'm now a dictator and they're going to get their
Mommy and daddy to fire me.
Also vetoed
After a series of explanations on how it works.

Your 10 year old?
Yeah, the one full of manners and good sense??
Your kid's teacher is what keeping your kid alive.
You're welcome.
117 · Dec 2019
A.D.D.
C F Dec 2019
Hello!
I have A.D.D
Attention deficit disorder, or so I'm told.

What does that actually mean, you ask?
Well...
I am a genuine, 110% dopamine
addict

Yeah.
No.

I will end jobs, relationships, and conversations
When I get bored-I dont even mean too!
I don't mean to be cruel,
Trust me. I'm not autistic or psychotic,
I just get bored

a lot.

That means
A.) I have a lot of difficulty regulating my emotions.
And trust me, I'm more sorry about drop-kicking my laptop in the middle of a meltdown.
More than you'll ever be.

B.) But, I may not look very A.D.D.
I likely won't suddenly shout
I might get anxious in crowds of people
I may stop mid-sentence to stare at lights
I'll forget just about all the important things.
I'm sorry.

C.) I have a tendency to sometimes regulate your behaviours.
No, it's not OCD
And does my heart beat feel a little fast to you?

D.) I absolutely, positively
Hate
Living like this.
I should understand social cues
I should know that 1+1 equals 2.

I know I should know that.
But my brain disagrees
So trust me,
Sometimes I just want to die.

E.) I seem to hate doing everything,
The dishes
The trash
The laundry
F.) I forgot to take my medications again,
I should have set an alarm but
I forgot.

G.) Please. Just
Go away.
Everything is so loud
Everyone keeps touching me
Everything is happening at once inside my brain.

H.) I will often need your help.
You're normal
You understand why they said one thing but did another and meant something complete different.
Am I having a heart attack???

I.) I am struggling
Struggling to understand why you are so angry
When I swear I told you
I had plans today.
Why aren't you happy I remembered I had plans?

J.) I'd ask jesus christ for help,
But didn't he make me this way on purpose?

K.) I think these medications might be killing me.
Did you hear about the 10 year old
That keeled over from an adderall-heart attack.

L.) Let me spell it out for you,
But one second
I just realise I could hang Christmas lights off of
Our front-door wreath.
Let me live, please. I can't breathe and my lungs are crying from the vyvanse.

M.) Maybe theres more to it
Maybe I'm just a horrible person
That can't seem to find the perfect relationship.
My o my, I think I'll just lose a few pounds. Maybe I just don't need to eat today

N.) No. I don't know what you're talking about
I saw a crow fly by the window
Then I noticed the little display in the garden
Maybe it runs off of batteries?
I think I needed to buy batteries today
No. I wouldn't possibly understand anyways.
I'm too dumb and out of breath.

O.) Oh! Did you know
****** only had one *******?
Did you know about global warming?
Did you know
My hair is falling out from my medicine?

P.) Please!
I got this in the bag.
I just need to look deeper into this question.
Then I'll have my answer
Please, body. Keep up. I just want to be normal.
115 · Jul 2019
Untitled
C F Jul 2019
Tick-Tock
          Let me show you your clock
                  Tick-Tock
                        So many hours I've hacked off
                          Tick-Tock
                             Oh no. You've gone and wasted it with all that balk.
111 · Aug 2022
God....
C F Aug 2022
You see I lost my faith in God
When he allowed a ****** to be forcefully deflowered.

Something I'd been taught was so important to him
Of course it's a him. Why else would my crotch matter?

And yet when I had already forsaken an absentee God
I had a tumour, one new enough and large enough
That I needed more than surgery

Xray over mammogram over biopsy,-chemo lingered a Threat.

My mother held my hand and I could see it in her eyes
She was trying to contain the thought that I'd be dead
Before the new year, with the size of my tumour.

I did not feel at the time. I'd seen her face the second visit and I hardened.
Death nor chemo nor invasive surgery,
Nothing could have scared me more.
Nothing more than that look on my mother's face.

Like I was already slipping through her fingers and she couldn't-she tried to grab me, just to drag me back to her arms
But she was too scared the disease was faster than her.

She nearly tried to fight the tumour herself,
And I imagined she most definitely would if she could,
She'd gone full protective, even snarling at her own mother
Especially when she mentioned my low chances should it be bad.
My mum nearly bared teeth.
She was always a fighter, through and through.
She may have seen a world without me for s second
But she refused it.

I suddenly had a new diet,
A new exercise regime,
And a ridiculous amount of vitamins.
If I had a radioactive spider bite. I'd probably be stronger than thanos at that point.

I thrived, I was safe. She cried so very hard and to this day she checks in everyday like I might slip out of her grasp again.

I can't blame her, so I reply everyday I keep my appointments,
My xrays
My biopsys.
I'm so young for this
But no one was ever too young to die.
111 · Mar 2021
A Life is Made
C F Mar 2021
The kitchen?
A ridiculous container for all
The plastic utensils you'd need.
A spatula, tongs, weird fork thing?
Even a series of spice racks

The bathroom,
Holders for your toothbrush and paste
A caddie for all that shampoo and body wash
A rack on the back of the door for your towels

A shoerack
A laundry hamper
A series of picture frames and knickknacks
A few blankets
A set of decorative pillows

...so many pillows.
No one uses them!
We all just move them before sitting.
It's ridiculous.

But,
All of these things
Do a home make.

They're so incredibly inconsequential.
Clutter.

Yet, I dare you
Point me towards a home
For two or more
Which lacks these.

These are how you know
A life has been made together.
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