We often wonder why our hearts
get broken, and I think I am
beginning to understand why.

A tiny thing, so precious yet so
fragile, had to be undone before
it can be made whole again.

My guess is, in putting the pieces
back together;
we find strength in weakness.
We find courage in vulnerability.
We understand ourselves better.

And with what we lose,
we also gain more of ourselves.

I pour myself out
at your feet
you keep walking

If I dug out
A whole chunk
     Of my chest,

Would you build
     A shrine
               In me?

bring a bitter taste into your mouth / the taste of bile rises over your throat /  you know where this is heading / south, south, south /
and your heart pumps the sound of fragile—

— vulnerability

perfection is an idea engraved to every section of your being /

but there is nothing standing in the way anymore.

you are tired, so so so tired.

dreams are never for quitters / but everything in you life screams that giving up is better / it's so hard not be bitter —

when all that's left is an alienated feeling of guilt, love, betrayal.

you are / not / okay.

but you have hope / the pain will go away —

someday.

she peeled fishnets off widespread thighs
quivering with pain and vulnerability
covered her camera lens with them
a facade of perfect popularity

i am frozen inside an ice box filled with dagger shaped icicles of what i’ve been trained to do right
yet i am hopelessly drowning in melted water with my unforgiving wrongs
my lungs are searching for the air in this rainy city

my actions have me disconnected

i am the chord wrapped around your thumb as you pace aimlessly on the phone
i am the six blankets and four pillows falling on my bed to hide my eyes that don’t remember
i am the scared child hiding in the bathroom when everything turns black from the storm

i am the one who turned off the light

now i can’t see where i’m pacing, my heart is blinded and it’s racing
the six blankets and four pillows on my bed are dark and suffocating
i need to see but i’m terrified to turn the light back on

how can one person possess so many feelings?

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not
it only took a moment of magical laughter to know how full you make me
but still, the carousel won’t stop turning and neither will my stomach

vulnerability is a part of change

i am ashamed and afraid of how i want to be the best version of me for myself
confined by swollen eyes and wrinkle lines, i need to break out of this ice box
my emotion tattooed eyes are a filter only i can read. i’m disconnected

i refuse to be defined by others