Writing

my hands curl around the flimsy plastic folds of my shopping bag 

as I walk home through streets tight and winding. 

it is a sunny morning, 

crisp and clear, 

and magic. 

Failure.

It's not a familiar word to me

Because I am never failing unless I know

I haven't tried hard enough

Been my best

But that was failure.

Not by me,

By them,

I

Resist

I

Wrap

My

Heart

In

Ace

Bandages

I

Tuck

Bra

Cups

In

My

Boxers

I

Persist

I

Am

Jazz

My

Sex

Is

I like poetry

Because english grammar

is stupid

And when you write a poem

You are a genius for

ignoring

said

mediocrity

we are still here

through hate and violence

through trial and tribulation

through it all

from right to wrong

we've all made decisions

but we are still here

forever.

Temptation 
Self destruction 
I’ve been waiting sometime 
For you 

Hours 
Days away 
Minutes slowly fade 
Give it up again I’ll show 
I’ll wait a while