i miss you \ but i still go shopping \ i miss you \ but i still write \ and i miss you \ but i know that missing you \ shouldn’t consume me \ because together we lived beautifully \ and apart we carry that beauty \ inside of our chests \ and i can’t live \ without missing you \ because you are one of the most beautiful things \ that has ever happened to me \ you made me not have any birthday wishes \ and you \ are such a wonderous thing \ that i could spend hours \ just missing you \ but i don’t \ because you taught me that living \ isn’t thinking constantly \ but loving constantly \ and i can love you forever \ and still live
it’s been a while \ since i’ve seen her last \ and i expected \ all to be the same \ but her face is different / no lively color highlighting her cheeks / and her mother / notices my glance / can only offer / a sad smile / because / where is the girl / who buys movie theater popcorn / and doesn’t even watch the film / and the girl who uses / k instead of c / in every book report she writes / and somehow i didn’t think / that the world could reach her / from in the dark corners / where she never was / but i think maybe / that is the greatest lie we tell ourselves:/ we are but safe / as long as we avoid the darkness / but i ask / what if the darkness / has been inside of you / all along?
they call me an old soul
i say i have a young heart
they ask me where it went
i tell them he took it apart.
by reading fairytales when i was small
i was taught to be brave, kind and true
but not one ever taught me how
to live my life after you.
loud girl isn’t allowed to be quiet
loud girl has to shout things in her loudest decibels
loud girl can’t be quiet
loud girl is expected to be noisy
loud girl shouldn’t be quiet
but loud girl is quiet.
loud girl is quiet when she comes home every day
because loud girl can’t be a loud girl
when her parent’s voices make enough noise
to shred the atoms in the air.
and loud girl is most quiet in the bathroom
with the steady drip drip of the broken faucet
and a razor cupped in her palm.
but loud girl isn’t allowed to be quiet
loud girl must be a loud girl
because she can’t be anything else
when people expect her to be just a loud girl
that is all she will become.
she’s//all the//therapy//i’ve ever needed
at this age i find myself full of polluted ideas
and watered down philosphy from my favorite poets
but this is the contentment stage because before all of this
i found mysef at age thirteen listening to bands no one has ever heard of
typing the lyrics out and printing them on pristine paper which i folded neatly
tucking into the pocket of my now too small jeans.
before all of this i found myself at age fourteen sucking in breaths
because the world had seen fit to deprive me of oxyegn
and i found myself using all the right sources
to get all the wrong answers
as i tried to untangle what was happening to me.
but even before my anger was furnace
and before i learned not to trust boys with sharp smiles
i first learned that i was a girl
and by being a girl i was suddenly reduced to a low status
with my body no longer becoming my own with each stroke of a mascara wand
that i believed held the magic to make me beautiful.
and at this moment in time i understand
how our bodies can contain so much water
and how some of the prettiest things in the universe
can never orbit too close
and most importantly i know that out of all the events that have happened to me
all of the scars and dictionary words i know
my most treasured possession is the letter ‘i’
because that is what has stayed for the entirety of my life
when people changed and left me