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SorryI'm sorry I'm a mess.
I'm sorry I'm such a disappointment.
I'm sorry that I don't get your "jokes".
I'm sorry they sound more like insults.
I'm sorry that my grades aren't perfect.
I'm sorry you don't help me.
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect.
I'm sorry you taught me I couldn't be.
I'm sorry your house isn't clean.
I'm sorry you didn't tell me to clean it.
I'm sorry that I act to strong.
I'm sorry I learned to survive.
I'm sorry that I don't share with you more.
I'm sorry that you are ignoring me.
I'm sorry I don't know what I'm apologizing for.
laugh at me.
twist my words.
call me stupid
for finding a story
for finding horror
and then being horrified to find it true.
condemn my thoughts.
assume I didn't look.
titter like a loon
because I'm a little girl
because I'm a little woman
who feels and breathes and thinks righteous fury.
call me friend.
assume you're superior
just because you're older
just because you're simpler,
you may not understand my words because
your little head.
i am the bird with the broken wingAnd this is how the story goes
There is no high in these winter lows
The love that left me has faded away
My tears blur the night into day
For I am the bird with the broken wings
Who has fallen behind the flock,
Now I have fallen by the way side.
With no one to pick me up.
The love that left me died in my arms,
Now things are all messed up.
I am floating beneath the water,
But I cannot get back up.
The silence floats around me,
Where there used to be your voice.
I reach out in the dark,
Hoping for your touch.
All there is, is empty sheets,
A reminder of my loss.
I shudder at what my life has become,
Fragments of glass spread around the floor,
I cut myself trying to pick the pieces up.
But this is how my story goes,
There was no high in my winter lows.
The love I lost hurt too much,
Now there is no night, there is no day.
InsomniaNow, now, all of you. It’s late.
Mind, stop wandering all over creation; you can only juggle so many things at once.
Neck, stop whining; sometimes, life puts us in uncomfortable positions and you just have to accept that.
Nose, I’m worried about you. You’ve been stuffed up and shut off from everything all evening… In the morning, I want you to open up more.
And, you, heart, would do well to be quiet every once in a while; especially at this late hour. No one wants to hear about your newest anime crush at 1:00 am.
Extremities, calm yourselves. Stop all your nervous fidgeting; it’s very distracting. That goes double for you, fingers and legs.
…Are you even listening?
Ugh. Of course not. You can’t be all ears, I suppose…
But honestly... No, stop that! Settle down!
I implore you; no, I’m begging you.
I Am....I Am….
I am a human; I’m not flawless by any stretch of the imagination
I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m a right-minded, light soul; but I can also be a dark soul full of
Goodbye, miscarried babyI love the little baby that I never got to hold
The baby that I never got to see.
And maybe, just maybe that baby would love us, too
If only that baby got to be.
I love the little baby that was never able to smile
Never even able to survive.
And maybe that baby would have a life worth living
If only that baby was alive.
And maybe that baby had mommy's blue eyes
And daddy's smile, and grandma's tight hugs.
And honestly, there's no way to describe that little baby
And no way to describe the way it was loved.
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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