#17th
I write the lines appearing in this little pink journal you gave to me on my 17th
I don’t think I give enough of them to you
In my defense, I’ve never told you most of the things in here
Never will, they are my past, you are my future,
In between is my little pink journal you gave to me on my 17th
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
06:17
the angel numbers that guide me
06:17
my birth date
06:17
the first sign I received to love myself
06:17
the numbers that give me reassurance
Apr 1, 2022
Apr 1, 2022 at 5:12 AM UTC
I don't know who
the next me will be,
what skin she'll be wearing,
whether she will learn to surf the waves
and not just dip her feet in them.
Will this be the year
she finally looks anxiety in
the eye and says
"You will not stop me?"
Will it be the year she finally
looks suicide in the eye and says
"You will not take me?"
My youth and her youth is slipping away
behind signatures and steering wheels,
behind money and percentages,
but these don't define her or me...
If she'll believe in herself,
throw herself into life's ride
and breathe, then she will be okay,
but if she is the harshest critic,
the most high of all perfectionists,
she might struggle.
I want to tell her that breathing
is the most beautiful thing she could
specialize in during her beautiful existence,
I want to tell her to not be terrified of the night,
and whatever lurks behind her eyelids,
It's just a dream girl, nothing more.
I want to tell her imperfection is beautiful,
I want to tell her to commit so
her life can be wonderful,
I want to tell her she wasn't raised
to howl over anyone,
I want to tell her: let them love you,
and let them leave you,
Let them hold you but
don't ever let them break you.
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
I feel pretty when he's not around
it's like he's a stonewall
falling on my crown
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC