self talk

Perhaps you fell in love with the idea of me.

It was my hair, wasn’t it? it accented your t-shirt at the time or your eye color, or your endless insecurities. you forgot entirely that i am a person entirely- not just a big smile, an aesthetic, some kind of misplaced manic pixie dream girl let loose in the wild for you to discover andContinue reading “Perhaps you fell in love with the idea of me.”

If I had a dollar

for every time someone put me atop a pedestal I didn’t ask to definitely don’t deserve to be on I would have enough money to buy each of those people a mirror the size of their insecurities. one that would show them what they actually look like. how striking they actually are- one like thatContinue reading “If I had a dollar”

Here is every mental illness I’ve ever been diagnosed with, as a house.

because some people build homes out of their mental illnesses and I think I used to do that too. Homes are stable. Homes are steady. Homes are seemingly swell reasons not to go outside. This poem is a plea- Hey, no matter how comfortable your house is, please go outside. BIPOLAR is a house with soContinue reading “Here is every mental illness I’ve ever been diagnosed with, as a house.”

This is called how to chase happiness the way sadness chases you

because happiness is not something you can cross your fingers and hope for- it is something you must chase after even when your shoes are falling apart. so all puns intended this, this is a running list, as I am working on it we all are, so 1. Dissect your devastation Catalogs your concerns, surveyContinue reading “This is called how to chase happiness the way sadness chases you”