Feb 21
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Wanting

I want to stop
judging other women
for the things I want
I want to
love,
be inspired 
by the women 
that I once hated 
because 
I wanted 
to be 
them.
 
Feb 07
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A new bed made to forget you

I've come here to buy a new bed. I tell myself as I climb out of my car and go into Ikea. I need a new bed.

This store has too many floors. I don't know where to go. I won't ask for help; I don't want to be annoying. My silent phone holds no answers on who to ask for help.  Aimlessly walking through the layers of a store with too many things that I don't need, but I arrive at the end with a cart filled with things I can't use or understand but feel right.

 "Did you find everything alright, Miss?"

A faceless woman asks me, scanning a box of lemon salt and pepper shakers. That will stay boxed in a bag in my filled house that I don't want to be at. So, I've filled it with things I don't need or use. ‘Cause maybe that will make the house a home again. A place for me with my things. 
May 13
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93 Cents More

There was a boy at work, 
the keyword: was
He quit on a Monday, mad,
mad that someone earned more
than him. 

He was mad and quit 
over 6 percent, left 
over 93 cents.

He quit because, I, 
a girl, am paid 93 cents
more than him. 

Well, maybe now he 
knows the feeling 
of the female population 
everywhere, except
we don't quit. 
We fight for
what we deserve. 
 
May 01
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Cheese

Apr 20
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Too many

Too many nights 
at midnight 
in fake fairy lights 
wrappers and skin.

too many tears 
pictures of broken glass 
screams soundless 
in an open mouth. 

too many nights 
thinking of 
too many days 
wishing for whiskey.
 
Apr 02
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In a world of Rain and Black Boxes

Apr 01
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Bloody Feathers



Bloody feathers stick
To my feet.
I walk with iron
In my spine with blood
Crying from my ripped flesh.
Dripping from where
I cut the wings
Out of my soul.

They grew with each time
I loved.
Breaking the walls
When my heart stopped growing.
Hitting my ribs
When I sobbed for the
Love taken from me.

I walk with
Feathers and blood
On my feet
And
My wingless soul
Between my fingers.
Mar 28
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Am I just a body?

Under layers
Of steel and
Betrayed flesh
Traps the young girl

Who loves
With body, soul, and mind,
The girl who
Giggles and writes
In names and hearts

The key to my flesh
Was taken by
One of the boys
Who laughed,
Walked away,
Saying
“ You thought I loved you.”
Mar 26
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When doves Cry by: Prince

you told 
me to never
cry again,

but i am sorry 
today hs been rough
hard without you

You told me about 
doves and their wings 
Now I can tell you about

how doves cry
always in purple rain
just like our mother

you were just like our
father, maybe that's why
the doves cried.  
 
Mar 26
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How do I lose you?



every misstep,
late arrival
forgotten word

my heart stops.
gear grind, breaking metal
steam burns my fingers
turning bloody, trying to hold
it all
together,
Keeping you
away.

do you mom
know, that
I know?

that death
is the possible
reason for my fears, my rage
of not knowing
if I'll see
you whole, alive
tomorrow. 

 

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