An honest mess-
A rain cloud affair;
Nothing more than clothes in the corner piled high on the chair,
Your mouth says a name- doesn’t seem to know mine.
Who knows if you’ll ever say what you mean?
Messy bedrooms and smoke in our lungs;
I cough up flowers-
You would too, if you were me.
Poison ivy grows wherever you touch my skin, but I've stopped treating it and now I just leave it alone.
I grew up too strong and too sensitive, but it doesn’t take more than me to turn “too” into a less shameful word;
Maybe I was never too much anything!
Maybe….
Maybe you told me one thing and I took your words as fact and my feelings as fiction.
New rule: no shrinking
Step away for a second and let her breathe:
the sweet, gasping, ever glowing eternal sunshine;
I made a new deal with the world.. I think everything is beautiful.
Undressing yourself and noticing the bones that live inside of your warm skin, a smooth spot where the skin turns slightly purple and your knuckles bleed a little,
only on your shadow does it show a bright red stain
you are everything.
You can come undone anytime you need to.
You must if you want to keep existing in this body, floating so heavy through the apocalypse-
If this is hell, we can make it through.
Your mother shows you a new t-shirt and all you can do is cry into it, use it as a tissue,
notice that she's insulted - callous and confused concerning your tears.
Notice that you are the same sometimes;
notice that you don’t like it,
Change-
This is all You have.