It's called having a "crush" for a reason:
Because it crushes your soul
until your ripped-up heart
and glass-sharp tears
completely dissolve you
into nothingness.

You have survived the worst yet by conceiving the worst yet.

If I die today,
Would I be missed,
would someone miss me?

If I die today,
Would tears fall,
would someone cry?

If I die today,
Would that change anything,
would the world be changed?

If I die today,
Would anyone care?
No one would ever care. . .

- Freja Jep

my oils will bid these
pages age
and the leather will stain
and we’ll invade iran
and shoot the kids
and i won’t be able to
write in this much longer
because the oils will ruin
the pages and our earth

I Am
No one makes me
No one breaks me
No one claims me
No one shames me
I am
No one stops me
No one tops me