She was not the first
nor the last
daughter of ten too many men
Trapping her worth
in passing glances
that last too long
but not long enough
to be worth it

do you hear that?
no
do you fear that ?
no
understand its near when the heat bubbles my brain
understand the tears when they flood more than rain
i can’t taste anything but raging waves
washing my face, washing our pain
cleanse, repent, until i second guess
all the compression of my fate
depression in my rays
internal divide, leave the strain in the drain
self sacrifice, smoke the demons away

I always wanted more for myself,
wanted to be memorable,
but now I barely remember most of my life.
Sometimes, I consider who I am,
study my reflection hard in the mirror
contemplate whether it's really me
and then ask if this is who I want to be.
What a responsibility it is
to carry this human flesh to the end
and to act in favor of this restless, desirous mind
for the entirety of a life.
Most of the time, I hardly register my life and world around me
and thus behave mindlessly,
and now I'm realizing that time is more than a concept
and that age will one day take me by the throat.
I've tried so hard to figure myself out,
but I suppose I should spend less time in my mind
and more time taking up space in this body.

a relationship
can't mask
what you fail
to love within
yourself

She let her
dreams grow
wings

my words
spill out
and somehow
i am still
writing
about you

everything
happens for
a reason

stop searching
for 'the one'
search for yourself

I couldn’t
taste the
sweetness
of us anymore