I remember how I cried When they cut down Our tree.
What if your face was a poem alone… I bet People would read it and cry, And some would feel inflated afte… Because they witnessed something
I’m a good girl in the worst ways Most days. Some days, I’m a bad girl in all the best way… I’m pretty good,
Dignity is death.
Farewell to friends, The kind that push. The word constantly bends. I live a life of isolation. While others play in their bubble…
I wish I wish I wish I could swim in oblivion. Have a tummy full of pills.
You’re horrible, And I hate you. But this is me. I’m the only person That I can’t escape.
God, thank you For darkness, And fear, And death. Thank you
Listening to you sleep, I’m in grace. Each breath a prayer. Every rustle a litany. You don’t know how loud you are
Touch me for real. Touch me in your mind And all over my body With your chapped hands. Let your eyes undress me.
Oh, such a sweet fool. I once thought love Was reigning savior. So, so foolish. I once believed love
How can somebody Who loves to explore Be so afraid to leave?
Sometimes, I wish I was a tree: Tall, wide, and majestic as can be… One with branches that sway slowly… Watching above, everything I woul… Sometimes, I wish I was an oak.
The grass was dewy. You carried me on your back. I could feel your heartbeat Through your shirt. I wanted you to be mine,
So stealthily I lead: Touching green, Seeing rocks below me. I’m gulping pride Because I know life is