gracebats

Hi, I’m Gracie, patron saint of putting people who hurt me back together,
Of helping, despite getting pushed and shoved.
I speak for the people who love others more than we get loved,
Those who are armed with Elmer’s glue

I feel like Anne Boleyn
not because I wear the necklace
but because she makes sense to me like few people ever have.
She was spun into the villain
just because she got a little angry
when someone treated her wrong.

I don't think we realize as humans how hard goodbye season is
Not only for those who are leaving
But for the people who will still be here when they're gone.
We forget that with every goodbye
There may or may not be another hello.

i didn’t love you
but it was something 
maybe it wasn’t love
or if it was maybe it was one sided
or unrequited
but i don’t think i loved you
i think i would give you
every
single
thing
and tell you

Crying, screaming, begging
All for my freedom
All for my own bodily autonomy
Because old white men want to take it away

So when they provoke me
I'll kick and scream
Throw a fit
Becasue I will not settle

You pulled up in your old, green car and gave me the look you always used to. The look I knew like the back of my hand. The look that healed all of my wounds. The smug smile that made your freckles look like fallen stars.