since 2010

you’ve done so much for me. 

most of it isn’t you doing things like giving me a gift or whatever, it’s you being there when i need you

it’s the relief i felt at just seeing your face.

it’s the joy i felt after realizing you were so much more than a familiar face

it’s the laughter i laughed after being around you. 

it’s the little sketch you did of me still hanging on my wall, framed. 

it’s all the little moments that put bandaids on my little scars. sure, they’re little. but they’re still scars and they add up. and i would much rather have you constantly patching up the little spots than patching up a big spot once.

lila woodard

VT

YWP Alumni

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    i feel like i don’t know you anymore. 

    i barely recognize your face at this point 

    all your city friends hate me 

    playful kisses in the comments 

    much more sinister then they seem
  • november pills


    it's a reprise of 
    my adolescent thoughts
    ones i had pushed away 
    ones the little capsules of 
    blue and orange had suppressed. 
    but those capsules sometimes 
    stuck in my throat, 
  • i’ll push back


    you make me feel trapped,
    struggling to get free. 
    you hold everything you've ever done for me,
    dangle it over my head 
    and taunt me with its existence. 
    you use your favors as bargaining chips