i look into my sisters eyes as she’s scolded

nobody listens to her

you’re being crazy

go to your room

she refuses

strong girl

screams so piercing

i’d think she meant to deafen them

and i hope she will

maybe they’ll listen more then...

moments like this i grasp

how beautiful the world truly is

as i lay here in the grass

and the insects calmly hiss

my face warms with love

or maybe that’s just the sun

as it shines down from above

i feel something has just begun...

i hope one day

when you find a man who’s cold and mean

you find yourself behind the stove

making dinner for the family you’d planned

i hope the knife slips

that it barely misses your hand

that your husband isn’t pleased

and the corn reminds you of my crooked teeth

i hope your children cry and you can’t stand them

that you miss my emotions

and raise a right hand

and vow to apologize and try me ...

he makes me hate myself

but there’s just something about it

hating doesn’t feel hateful if it’s what he wants

he hates me

i hate him

so why even bother?

shouldn’t that be a sign to let it go?

i guess i don’t know

i love that i hate hating him

and i hate that i hate myself because i hate him

but i love all of it...

we knew all along this wouldn’t last

we sat there in silence, two lost hearts

hoping we could find it in us to believe

what we’d planned our whole lives around

that we loved each other

with depth and purity

but the love could never be deeper than the silence

the peace in knowing we both anticipated the end

love damned us, but silence was a priceless gift...

i yearn for new love

old love rots in my young heart

this is what i need

it’s new when he looks at me

how does he love so softly...

something about looking at you

your pretty face is prettier close up

blemishes paint your cheeks like stars in the sky

freshly shaven hairs peek through your skin

as rough as they are, they make you softer

your face is painted a natural pink

or maybe i had flushed you

in the time i looked at you

you turned human from perfection

somehow making perfection seem insufficient

oh, the art of seeing you...

i grasp a pulsing heart in my hands

it talks to me sweetly as blood pools from it

a seemingly disturbing image

the loveliest voice i’ve ever heard speaks through it

i’ve never heard my voice speak with such grace

except i hear it every day

narrating every thought i have

my heart is my brain and i am my heart...

i don’t love you the way i love her

as she embraces you

i imagine her hair on my shoulders

her clothes hugging her body

my body

in that moment she’s all i’ve ever longed to be

you are mine but she is me

i could rip her apart and worship the pieces

because who would disregard

the most human parts of an angel...

never did i think instead of falling asleep to you

i would only see you in my unconsciousness

i meander through a quaint street, hoping to create you from nothing

just a kiss to know how it feels

but soon enough your face was everywhere

a face that seemed to never know me

eye contact and a friendly smile, a stranger.

this stranger in the street was yesterday my friend

my best friend

my lover

my ...