I know my face is feminine
I know everyone 'knows' I'm a girl
I know in this confusing christian society
You have to keep to the binary
And so I don't expect them
To look at me
And say "He"
But just once
Maybe they'll hesitate
Before saying "She"
That could be enough
Death never takes too long,
she's always first,
before anyone else.
She never takes her time.
She only takes our one.
She never hesitates.
It's life, which has the second thoughts,
an indecisive fool,
who always waits,
till it's too late.
Death no, she's always on the dot
to make - and break -
the tired eyes
and sluggish hands
in a late night rendezvous
that starts with a touch
that explodes in your chest
the fire at your fingertips
that splatter all throughout
and it's the sparks in your lungs
the brightness against a groggy gaze
which fills the spaces between your words
the ellipses between your sentences
the pauses between each breath you take
and never seems to end.
Yes, I’m done talking.
Oh, no, one more thing—
Nevermind, you’re not listening.
The pulse quickens
A breath follows
The silence weighs a ton
An everlasting duration
To the silence between someone
The sound of hesitation
the way you stand in the mirror
with eyes full of tears
because in the wrong lighting
you so easily declare yourself frightening
claiming no one, not even yourself could love you
but it's a scary thing when they say they feel it too
not knowing how much you actually care for them they so
easily say the same thing you do
breaking your heart slowly
you tell her I hate you
and without hesitation, she repeats, I hate you too
If you don't love yourself first there is no way you could possibly truly love someone else. Don't ever let someone believe they hate themselves especially if you love them. Relationships can't be one-sided, so make sure you let the people you love know you love them before it's too late. Especially yourself. Always love yourself.
To fall for a person
With hands of bird bone
That quiver and flutter
And like water, break stone
Winter blankets branches
Does frost taste bitter or sweet?
One step forward,
Each step stepping
On someone’s feet
If I held those hands
Would it taste bitter or sweet?
Don’t hold birds;
Watch them flit from trees
And come and go
as they please
A little work
will make a difference.
Don't hesitate to
make a change.
you, special one, so enthralling indeed
casting fits of need with viridescent pits of greed
take me between your fists in the lifeless heat of night
break a willful bird from the fantasy of flight
what kind of crippling love do we breed
when all is good only when I bleed?
People will reach out to you,
for they want to earn your trust.
But there's something inside you,
"Are you gonna trust that person?...
Sooner or later, you'll end up disappointed again,
so it's better to shut the door and lock it...
Don't let anyone in."
For your heart was far too damage,
it can be fixed...But not the way it used to be.