Don't cry;
Go to the gym. Let your muscles scream,
And relish it.
Don't cry;
Drink a pint. Call your mates and laugh
At that girl's expense.
Don't cry, boy;
Smoke a cig. They can never ever see
Inside your lungs.
Don't cry;
Call your girl. Take it out
On her.
'Cause you're a sour little boy;
You're insecure.
Don't cry;
Mommy's here.
Don't collapse into her arms โ
Just turn away.
Don't cry,...
TW: ED and drug use
Ashley said she wants to rip all of her hair out
'Cause it will never be as soft as Emmeline's.
Ashy lungs, coughing her tongue up every midnight,
Like she could smoke away the bitter in her rind.
Ashley took down all the mirrors in her bedroom;
She couldn't bear to look the monster in the eye.
"Talia's so pretty โ why can't I be her?"
Tally numbers from the scale until you d...
TW: SH, suicide, disordered eating
Who is going to die today?
And who will live without
A sister or a brother
Or a fragment of themself?
Who is going to slit their wrists?
And who will slice right through
And bleed onto the carpet
Of our old, bunk-bedded room?
Who will finally get to go
And who will be the one
To break it to our parents
That their only child is gone?
Who will keep the scars...
I guess I gave up literature when I met you.
I started writing shitty teen poems
about e-cigs and your mouth on mine,
and your hands on my body,
though I knew damn well you'd never touch me.
I'm far too good at bolting
and slicing up bridges,
this body: repulsive, disgusting, revolting.
and I knew damn well I'd never love you
the same.
My metaphors dissolved,
and my knowledge of this language. ...
Falling feels like flying till you slam into the ground.
Your kiss tasted like Honey; then you opened your mouth.
Your voice was soft as Dew until you spat out a sound,
'Cause we knew our way around until the Compass flipped South.
'All boys aren't the same',
But _you _are just like the rest.
Your smile reaches your eyes until you're loving me less.
We were weightless in the air but now the Sun's ...
โ ๏ธTW: explicit reference to disordered eating + reference to sh
My boxers and bra and the body I hate,
In loathing, I'll wallow till I take the bait:
I'll skip every meal till my stomach's on fire,
Do two-hundred sit-ups and never get tired,
Write poems to distract me from eating.
My ribs are all cracked and my lungs hurt to breathe,
And the girl in the mirror refuses to leave.
I'll smoke till ...
I doubt I've ever been so winded
As when your arrow struck my throat:
Your Cupid's bow, Elysium,
And now I'm drowning in your moat,
Your chocolate eyes,
Your flawless smile,
My perfect fucking lifeboat.
Goddamn,
I've got a sweet tooth
All for you.
Dyed purple hair,
Bruised purple heart
Revived like you're my
Starman.
You flipped the switch, I'm torn apart
But my soul,
It beats for you.
I gue...
You write love poems with the meanings you could never say out loud,
Wax poetic from a page but never look in her eyes,
Far too arrogant a man who couldn't ever be proud
Of his smile without the lipstick and his toffee disguise.
As if you'd ever scrub your skin before the truth;
As if you'd ever let them see your ashened roots.
As if you'd ever sink to sobs-
As if you'd ever drink to drown-
As i...
I don't know when the flowers first began to yellow,
But I know that now they are withered
Like my grandmother's fingertips.
I can recall in vivid amber the sudden
Sourness her springrolls would take on at school,
Boys asking if I ate mutts,
Some confused having all seen my white father.
I packed a fork in discretion,
And picked out the star anise I couldn't swallow,
Like Mum had never made me y...
[A/N: draft, some lines partially stolen from my recent competition entry. It's not amazing but I figured I had to do something to get out of writer's block lmao.]
Let's live inside our fishing net.
The sea cannot contain us,
But here it's only us,
Breathless lovers.
The mesh leaves marks
In our skin,
But I'll only hold you tighter.
We could make a home
In this fishing net;
I think you've trap...
