Poetry

I wonder what it would be like to not love you.

What would happen if I let go?

I didn't hold on tight enough when it counted,

and now I'm stuck not able to let the rest of you slip through the cracks. 

I want to kill the world.

I want to kill the world because 

it has been killing me slowly for the past two years.

I started accommodating at 2 years old

First it was just normal stuff

Staying quiet

Being careful

Make sure the baby is happy

I thought it would stop

Note: this language is Myndol, a language I made up. It doesn't perfectly translate to the English alphabet, so there are a couple of unusual symbols.

* = Slight pause in speech

~ = Raise an eyebrow and huff

Your hair is blond like the sun kissed your roots and long cause no one told you you could cut it

My hair is dark like I mixed every paint on my head and buzzed cause I was angry

We’re tearing ourselves apart;

Every day this country has loss and darkness that follows us around as if a shadow, clinging to any sign of doubt.

White and Wonderful

 A hair dryer blasting my face as I go down the snowy s

                 Hidden

                 Locked

      Confined  in chains

I'm not a native Spanish speaker, nor am I fluent (I'm learning it in school), so this may be pretty rough.

It’s not the slashes through the timeline, 

Not the practiced cursive

Spelling out names

That we must all know.

It’s the blank in between

Beautiful pink flowers and brown muddy waters

Green bushes and bristles, pushing out from the bank into the sun 

Weeds sprouting out, growing and growing 

(disclaimer: i am not a fluent or native Spanish speaker, obviously. i just enjoy it and am learning it in school so i thought i'd share a short poem i wrote in class.)

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