I was a god once,
but I got bored
and turned myself into a girl
just to see what it felt like
to bleed on a schedule
and be underestimated at CVS.

I used to throw comets for fun.
Now I throw up from anxiety
and pretend it’s acid reflux.

I traded omniscience for online shopping.
Traded lightning bolts
for a Bic lighter
I keep losing in other people’s cars.

I used to be prayed to.
Now I pray I don’t get ghosted,
pray my Amazon Chase card wasn’t hacked,
pray I remember why I walked into the room.

I’ve lived for centuries.
You can tell by the way
I roll my eyes at time.

My bones know Latin.
My knees speak Morse.
My spine hums with prophecies
I keep forgetting to write down.

I was a god once.
But now I’m just really good at parties.
Really bad at sleeping.

Really into ChatGPT conversations
and spending 40 minutes at a time
inside my ear canal
with an inner-ear camera from Shein.

II watch body-cam arrest videos at 3AM
and wonder if I’d beg prettier on camera.
Sometimes everything that comes out of me
smells burnt.

I think I’d make a good Saint,
so I keep my eyes open for miracles—
but I only feel fire in my bones
when I’m overstimulated.
And I feel really sleepy the rest of the time.

I still have revelations,
but they only happen when I’m doom-scrolling.
I still search for splendors,
I just call them coping mechanisms now.

I make eye contact with hawks.
I smell rain before it happens.
I know who’s going to text me
before they do.
Then they don’t.

Sometimes I float—
but only in conversations.

I leave my body at least once a day.
Usually in traffic.
Sometimes while folding laundry.
Always when someone says,
“You don’t seem like the type to cry.”

I was a god once.
And now I’m this.
A walking myth in leggings.
A fallen star with a Dollar Tree receipt so long
it reads like scripture.

Don’t worship me.
Just don’t interrupt me
when I’m talking to the moon.

You lost me after we stopped talking
After he sexually assaulted me
The complexity of ******* revolts thee

Why is it me who pays consequences for he?
Let him be but not me?
Please

Talk to me
I need to walk, please I beg of you go with me
We can play with chalk, we’ll cover the block
There are no guns cocked towards me
Sweet.

They’re after 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱t, he leached onto me
I was the beach and he was the sea
I was his cheap whiskey
He underestimated me, I wasn’t going to flee
I ******* loved his tea

I helped him boil the beans
He helped me stay lean
We are both blue inbetween
Neither of us came from shein
You couldn’t hear, we weren't seen

I need to stay back, make sure water can’t burn our beans
So please talk to me.
Me and him can’t talk the inbetween

I’ll point you to the tree, I see him as the leaves.
He left at what would’ve been our best
Now I wait for the snooze fest.
I catch my rest so I can see him during our dreams.

When I awake can we please make the day
I feel grey today
Abandoned with dismay
From the way you shied away, because of HIS mistake.
It's his grave, it led him the whole way.
I only played for fun love and it turnt into lust

It’s HIS bust, yet I’m not allowed to cuss.
Please trust, listen to my love
He’s not above
Don’t give me the shrug
I just want your love. Just send me a buzz.

He molested me,
Why are you punishing me?
I'm lost in his sea,
Please don't leave me be.
Invest in me,
I have good intentions, I give it away for free. Please
Please come see
All I want is you to love me.