Welcome to my journal–a place where I find comfort in chaos. I hope it can do the same for you.
you can't tell methe Earth didn't shakewhen you came to be,shaky legssturdy feetblood flowingfrom the dead sea-all salt and poetry, everything you're supposed to be you can't tell methere isn't reasonin your existence,that there isn't magicin your tongue,in your pointer finger I hope you always remember that you are the main character in your story,that... Continue Reading →
You look likea secret I keepin my pocket,like the words tryingto slip off my tongue,like the elephantthat follows meinto every roomAnd I did thinkyou looked familiarbut it might bethat you look like me,like the piece that only I seethat I hide out of courtesyto myself and everyone elseYou look likethe smell of gasoline,like a pointless... Continue Reading →
My little sister still asks about youI tell her that the stars swallowed you up,That they needed your lightSo now you spend your timeForming constellations in the sky I don't tell herThat I've talked to the sky Every nightSince you've goneI don't tell herThat I see you in her eyes,In the way her hair fliesFree... Continue Reading →
I had a thirty-pound heart, but it was never what you wanted. After all, it was not something you could mount on a wall, put on display to show your friends, sell online when you needed money. I would be lying if I said I did not see it coming, but I was not afraid.... Continue Reading →
I like to think the stars and I remain in open conversation as I am constantly telling them about your eyes and how they resemble a rolling tide but maybe both are filled with lies about what they are hiding underneath. I like to think the stars get jealous at the thought of you because... Continue Reading →
If anxiety was a person, it would be your toxic best friend, always negative, always passing judgement on your thoughts, your looks, your actions. She makes you question your passions, until you’re not even sure you have any. And she never leaves you alone. She is always texting, always calling just to remind you, to... Continue Reading →
even from the outside, you were never perfect    your uneven windows,    your mismatched shutters,    your rusted doorbell and that is how I fell in love because perfect is lonely too polished, too sterile, fragile beauty easy to break but that was never you; in you, I could picture... Continue Reading →
You are a dragon. There is fire in your blood, Pumping through your heart And you are allowed to use it. You are allowed to burn anyone Who threatens Or questions Your existence But remember: Do not carelessly destroy Every village in your path. Yes, you are powerful But a dragon Without compassion Is just... Continue Reading →
Light streamed through her window and fell over her like a blanket in the morning. Beautiful as it was, it suffocated her; it guilt-tripped her about how much time she spent awake with the stars the night before. And she was sorry but never quite sorry enough to change her ways. So each night, she... Continue Reading →
I have never been Comfortable in this skin This skin That has your blood Flowing beneath it, That covers the hands You gave me- Which is why I, too, Destroy everything I touch But this skin Does not belong To you This skin Is a participation trophy, A reminder That I was... Continue Reading →
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