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It's not what you said
it's what the rain meant
it's not what you did
it's how the stars didn't shine
when you left
If you feel too much
Have a great desire
To become a luminous
Like a dream
Shut your eyes
Of all things earthly
Her
Please don’t fall asleep
If you do I will be stuck here by myself
In my head.
I am filled with monsters of all shapes and sizes.
They lurk in the corners
waiting for the silence to consume me
so they can
Whisper their truths inside my head.
She hates you.
The words echo around my brain
Poisoning my thoughts
but now I know.
She hates me.

Please wake up.
Tell me I’m lovely again.
Lets sit in the park
and whisper our quiet
I love you’s
Across the vast lake that is my sorrow.
Lets hide in the basement
Giggles muffled by our alcohol sodden tongues.
Just once more
Will you silence the monsters in my head?
Just once more
Will you kiss away the poison?
Just once more
Say you love me please
Before the monster consumes my soul.
I just miss her so much
A life of doublespeak,
I think you're weak,
Never mind, (you're a dipstick),
Means 'I don't give a blip',
Blip happens,
Means, 'You're crapping',
Do stop moaning,
And all your groaning,
Dull contemplation,
Of ex manipulation.
Yes, doublespeak,
Means I think you're weak,
'Have a good day,' so long,
Who cares why the ex carries on?
Feedback welcome.
 Jun 2016 Isabelle Perla
Michaela
fem
they laugh at my use of the word 'feminism'
it makes me different, makes me unique.
a woman asking for a voice is like a child asking for a gun.

they cringe at my use of the word 'feminism'
it means i am angry, means i must be gay.
a woman demanding respect is like a beggar asking for more than you're comfortable giving.

i want to feel safe,
i want to be acknowledged,
i want to be valued,
to be seen as a whole person,
not an object of ****** desire-
a mother,
a wife.

i want to go a day without my validity being questioned,
but i am just a girl,
and that's not how things work.
It's not how things work YET. We will get there someday. But for now, this melodramatic, justice hungry poem goes out to all the men and women who aren't afraid to call themselves feminists.
 Jun 2016 Isabelle Perla
katie
reflectively i
      opened &
closed
                regularly,
i was
petals blushed
        in the
height of
summer & a
           frostbitten
bud
in the throes of
winter, except this
                year
   the sky not
grey brought
a heat everyone
              could feel 
except me,
i waited
for an
          opening that
didn't come,
                  a flower
refusing to yield
to sun,
                limbs
staying firmly
crossed, lost in a
place where
             nothing
warm survives
for long.
 Jun 2016 Isabelle Perla
Michaela
There is violence
In this silence
In the words that you don't speak

Accusation
In excommunication
That lasts for months and weeks
 Jun 2016 Isabelle Perla
Michaela
i go back sometimes
to when you were love to me,
the first introduction i'd ever have to intimacy.

i go back
to two months ago,
when we held hands for the last time,
denial of what would happen the minute we walked outside.

we let love control us,
we let lust contort us,
we let ourselves become dependent on a relationship with an expiration date.

i go back
to two days ago,
when you told me we couldn't be friends.
i remember intermittently,
the warmth that i felt.
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