Fainting Goat

The ice is bleeding,  

oceans cough up plastic in its lungs,  

skies choke on smoke  

while we scroll, sip, and shrug.  

If only I loved a little less hard.

Did not stay up at night,

Worried that I hugged the wrong person

Or smiled at someone who talked badly about me when I left the room.

If only I loved a little less hard.

Hate

Is ignorance:

It’s when eyes

Skim past the story of scars,

Focusing rather on the fact

They’re there;

They let the jagged curves

“How could you ever love me?” she asked.

Look at my skin, charred.

My face, scarred.

My body, branded by people’s opinions of me.

“How could you ever love me?”

I need to write so badly because all this anger and fear are sticking to my skin like an anxiety sweat

and yet I can't seem to make any phrases and stanzas that are understandable outside of my head

I hate the way

Skinny is now a synonym for pretty

Pretty a synonym for happy

Happy a synonym for enough

Enough is something we will never be