Too much.
Not enough.
Consistently criticized
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
individuality.

"Pretty baby," they gush.
And you learn to lend out your trust,
but as the years pass, their words become yet another…
fallacy.

So you makeup your make up
because the lies that you're buying have got you tripped up.
You are caught up
trying to trash your…
individuality.

"Just follow these 10 steps! Easiest, by far!"
No.
What it actually reads is "How others perceive you more important than who you really are."
No.
By buying that, you are letting them rob you of your…
individuality.

Too much.
Not enough.
Consistently criticized
for an over abundance, or, lack there of…
individuality.

the doorbell will never ring at 4am-
no surprise visits,
hesitant, awkward, longing smiles
and hesitant, awkward, longing body language
that sounds more like childish screaming
than pleasant conversation
had by adults who'd administer un-pondered scolding
just for the noise-
at least not anytime soon.
wrapped and delivered, waiting on the stoop,
a box beneath a bow and note scribbled
with little hearts and a name-
an offering responded with fangs and venom
by a snake, like the veins of the heart
that was supposed to grow fonder with absence
but instead grew wicked with the thought
that forcing seconds into minutes-
minutes to hours-
hours to days-
quickly caused us to wonder

I like a man with fire in his bones
And where his head should be,
There is a home.

And I wax and wane like the moon
If you turn away you might miss me,
I'll be gone soon.

I pack my bags
Inside my mind
Line my things
And count the times
Dripping clocks
And suitcase thoughts
It's all a puddle
Splash of loss
Broken fevers
Sweating meters
Quarters drop
Heads get tossed
From skipping
In crosswalks
Humming
During long talks
Hiding
In a freight box
And stopping








With the
Blank thoughts

One in the same,
how dare you

Judge me?
We've all been

Rejected,
We've all felt the

Hurting.

I see you whispering at the shows
Your words will never harm me
My jeans aren't black enough?
Girl please, I’m ~~PV RoYaLtYy~~

Anxiety,
come and go
as you
Please

It doesn't even matter,
though
It was only a
Dream