I remember being in elementary school, around the age of 7 or 8, and we had our annual lockdown drill. To me, as a wise 7 or 8-year-old, a lockdown drill was for if there was someone in the area trying to hurt us, or maybe a bank robber was…

I feel like a prick, complaining about my life when I have so much ahead of me. But Generalized Anxiety is a bitch. I don’t know why I’m nervous, or why I wake up nauseated and in fear of what my day holds. I couldn’t tell you why I hate…

was she better? was it because she was easy? were you really so wasted she seemed like the only viable option? did she make you happy? i can practically smell the alcohol on your breath, just sitting here writing this fucking poem because that’s all i can think to do…

I dream about you, how your hair might feel or how your laugh would linger in my car for days. Your words leave me sleepless but mine mean nothing to you. I am a goddess of passion and knowledge, so fruitful with my love, but you desire none of what…

I remember the day I stopped loving you, if I could even call what we had love. It was a Friday, the birth of a new weekend. I remember reading article after article on every magazine and news distributor. And I remember the article where everything changed. “7 signs you…

as you graze the crust of my being i can’t help but wonder what you feel you map out the blueprints of my body feeling and sensing the structure of this exterior shell of my being i can’t help but worry there is alcohol that drips from your fingers it will burn the wounds that are already open and will burn my esophagus as words of passion leave my lips please don’t drip alcohol

you are so beautiful you are like a vibrant blackberry, newly sprouted from the bush full of sweet juice and tender meat you are so good to me but unfortunately, i am just not fond of blackberries right now i’m sorry to hurt you because this hurts me too maybe one day i could make you into a pie and maybe then we could be compatible

dear body, i’m sorry for those hurtful things i say to you. for the times i grip the fat around my thighs and wish it away. for the times i sit in nakedness, staring at the things i hate about you. i’m sorry i’ve cried over you. i’m sorry i…

i am the prickly pear most are repelled by you do not want to touch me i will leave a thousand needles lodged into your heart but I will forget the next day i am not fun to hold nor am I a common fruit of choice most would not want to buy me why would you when there are bananas in your kitchen but i promise you if you love me right the sweet nectar within me will leak from my lips allowing you to taste it as we kiss in my car