refuse to talk about. I need a better flashlight a braver mouth a new dictionary to find fresh words to form familiar sounds in new ways. I write a lot of poems about growth but have you ever loved something so much you didn’t notice it never loved you back? sometimes, I’m so focused onContinue reading ” My shame is a mold that only grows in the parts of me I refuse to shed light on”
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I write the wrong poem and it scores well
every season I compete with it. a few seasons in I write the one I finally mean on a subject previously too scared to touch Ironically about a time I was too scared to touch (and in both cases I didn’t speak up until) I touch stage, kill the poem the audience exactly the rightContinue reading “I write the wrong poem and it scores well”
I am not the handcuffs on my bed post,
nor what you assume they say about me. I am the steady voice that asks them to be used. not just IN control I am control even when I consensually give it away. I am a sovereign entity, allocating all this power exactly as I see fit, boundless even when bound I am safe. IContinue reading “I am not the handcuffs on my bed post,”
“You know you can’t be walking around looking all cute like that, getting me all worked up like this.”
As it turns out, I can. As it turns out, your being turned on is not an excuse to turn off your brain. This honestly sounds like a personal problem. This is something I don’t have to don’t want to and am not going to help you with ‘cause this is what I damn wellContinue reading ““You know you can’t be walking around looking all cute like that, getting me all worked up like this.””
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.”
Asked about the greatest fear they have with online dating,
cis-men most often answer that their partner might be fat. Asked about the greatest fear we have with online dating, trans people, non-binary folk, and cis-women most often answer that we might be murdered. It appears that a cis-mans’ greatest fear is someone not living up to their expectations while our greatest fear is notContinue reading “Asked about the greatest fear they have with online dating,”
Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.
It kind of does whatever the fuck it wants whenever the fuck it wants. It speaks as loudly as it wishes, whenever it wishes. It keeps going on and on well after your bed time & after you asked it politely to stop. It ate your cereal again. (Oops.) When was the last time itContinue reading “Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.”
Maybe we don’t wear chain link but are still clad in defenses too heavy to hold.
Premenstrual dysphoric disorder is a thing with limbs
that wakes worried and walks woeful rolls in after half a months absence then melts me millimeter by millimeter to my mattress to make sure I know just how flat I am. It tried to get me to stay home today to put my mouth on mute today It tells me this poem is bullshit,Continue reading “Premenstrual dysphoric disorder is a thing with limbs”
maybe
we are the parts of the story our mother’s never wanted us to tell each other. maybe we’re the cliff- hangers if we read close enough and if we put seashell up to our own echo maybe we’d realize how pleasant we sound too- how tide pool, how deep sea wouldn’t need necessarily to longinglyContinue reading “maybe”
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