lila woodard

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

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, 

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 

hi

i know you’re reading this 

checking it from in front of me 

not in metaphors though. 

and maybe these words 

don’t hit you 

like they normally would. 

i love her so much 

but her paranoia gets 

stuck between my teeth 

like a nectarine plucked 

from a branch 

that should have rested 

just one more day

you told me it would get better 
or maybe that was me
and i just said it to the mirror 
and like a dream i remembered it wrong. 
but i suppose it doesn't matter. 
every accent in your voice