i almost love you.
it’s sitting there,
simmering beneath the surface,
waiting for the right moment
to come through.
i am content with you,
not too much
of any one thing.
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safe.
they shouted and raged,
cried tears that were so angry,
pounded on doors
and keyboards,
until their fingers bled.
they yelled until they were hoarse
and then they whispered until there was no sound.
in the silence you could hear their needs
needs to feel safe,
needs to be strong,
the left and the right,
and neither was wrong.
#fromthedraftsfolder
took scissors to my chest,
pulled out my heart,
tried to show you
just how it was beating.
pulsing in my palms,
grotesque but true,
i couldn’t find words;
to say it’s for you.
youre digusted,
i can tell.
i’ll put it back in,
go back to my hell.
sew myself shut,
i dont need you,
i wont need you,
i’ll tell myself.
inside.
she was a fucking hurricane
some days just a waterfall
two knots from fucking insane
that’s how it goes, after all
____
i will never understand
how you can crawl inside someones soul
in.
three.
short.
weeks.
how is that possible?
_____
#fromthedraftsfolder
Some days I feel myself drowning
It’s the damn memories that get me
summer
shampoo on a sunburn,
hawaiian shirts, $2.75,
a latte midight coffee,
conquering the world
1062 steps at a time.
through mud, over mountains,
downpours, rainstorms,
salsa dancing on a boardwalk,
piggyback rides for socks,
smiles and giggles,
bad lip synching,
roadtrips to nowhere,
and everywhere.
eggs and bakey,
breakfast in new places,
you’re the clean space
on my muddy shirt.
we’re the story behind
ugly 50 cent ties
mailed for no reason.
fireworks and hotdogs
and onions and honey mustard
and johnny cash
singing about something.
beaches and sand and sunsets
and dogs and snapchats
cheeseburgers and coffee
and secrets and dates
here we are,
at the close of it,
tan lines fading,
memories bright,
it was beautiful,
it was summer.
#fromthedraftsfolder
just think,
what does it take to be brave?
does it take courage?
#fromthedraftsfolder
like creeping in a closet,
looking for christmas presents
and finding a diary instead,
#fromthedraftsfolder
you’re a safe place
weathered a lot of storms already
you could be my safe place
something strong and steady
you could be.
#fromthedraftsfolder
I look in the mirror,
and I tell that girl looking back,
“You are enough, always.”
She doesn’t believe me.
She’s got tears running down her cheeks,
she tells me,
“I’m just white trash.”
