i promise
every hug you ask for
will be filled with love

so when i wrap these arms
around you
and pull you close
to my heart

im giving you
all the love
i can possibly give
in just those five seconds.

You make me want to cover myself,
hide myself,
abuse myself.

All that you can see are my eyes;
Looking out for where you are,
Hoping that you'd stop.

You make me want to give you a blank canvas,
so that you can paint me in the way you want me to be - I want to live to be myself, you can live with your own version of me.

You've used me
and now my love for you feels second hand,
just like the way you've treated me as your only other option.

My mother
loves remembering dates

She counts how old I am
in days and tells me
that she loves me

In moments like this
regression feels like
the only way out

As a new child is born
an older sibling
will start wetting the bed again
Trying... hoping.. to go back


He left me
On February 17th

When people ask
how many years its been
I'd like to answer them in seconds

Sometimes
I write February 17th on November
I don't do it on purpose

I really...
don't think
I've lived
A second without you