#25

The truth is I like the contradictions.

I like watching him struggle,

trying to figure out what is

and what isn’t okay.

What he’s can

and cannot feel,

what he is

and isn’t allowed to feel.

As if there’s some preset criteria that dictates what a good human is.

It’s like watching a new born fawn trembling and tumbling over its own feet

#24

what it is about morning birds.

what it is about me.

i hear them in the early hours of the morn,

Before the sun has shown a glimpse of its face,

It is judgement i hear in their shrieks.

Mockery in their chirps.

Contempt in their songs.

#22

The air doesn’t feel right in my lungs

My life doesn’t feel my own

Am I drowning?

#21

I had a dream

Of cannibalism

Burning worlds

And collapsed buildings.

I had a dream

Of separation

Desperation

And betrayal.

I had a dream

Of blood.

And when I woke

My mind was frozen in fear.

#20

Roses are red 

Violets are blue

Knowledge is sweet

But not as sweet as you 

#19

Sleep Escapes the Wicked.

#17

I want to be special,

I want to be adventurous

.

I want to be that girl you see in the magazine

.

I want to be that person who’s Instagram you’ve seen

.

I want to make myself special enough for you

.

I want to make myself worthy

.

But you can’t turn trash into a diamond.

#16

Is there ever a happy ending?

Does life ever work out the way we intend it to?

If not,

What is the point?

Let it cease,

And let us be at peace.

#13

My soul feels 

Like a cemetery.

Will you be my 

Undertaker? 

Let our nest 

Be the morgue.

Let my obituary be our

Lullaby.