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 again

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 world with hate in my heart i smile back praying it’ll be your last