Posts
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Are you aware that we're making history?
Blood and murder and starving people.
An orange man on his self built pedestal.
It is on the breaking backs of suffering Americans that he stands.
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Different
You were supposed to be different.
The one that I didn’t have to give up on.
Someone that I could rely on.
But I turned my back and you chose her.
She who wounded me with words and threatened to do worse.
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Malady of Mistrust
Cursed.
Am I cursed?
Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.
Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.
I’ve called it paranoia.
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Green
When I think of the color green, I think of the trees behind my school. In kindergarten, when kids were cruel and words hurt more than sticks or stones, the trees were there.
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I made tea
I made tea this morning.
I put the leaves in, watching the steam dance with childlike wonder.
I returned to my laptop, staring at a half finished chapter, the bags under my eyes more apparent than ever.
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Moving on is for chumps
Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.
Is what I hear from everyone.
Loves
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I wanna be a literary girl
& walk around soho with maxi skirts & matcha & annotate the bell jar in velvet blue ink on curling pages with garamond font & wear my hair long down my back & dark sunglasses pulled up on my head & bangle bracelets that sli
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Still A While To Go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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Really?
How can you say that you are a provider of justice?
You pledge loyalty to sin like it's a hobby
just to turn around with a cross in hand
and sickly smile in the next.
So explain to me how you should get to decide
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I’m The Worst, I’m Your Sister
“You’re a jerk”
“You’re the worst sister in the world”
“I hope I never see your face”
“Stop moming me”
Every time I reply with
I love you too
I’m a jerkI do your chores
How could I
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When will it be my turn
when will it be my turn
when will it be my turn to be loved
when will it be my turn to be told i'm everything to someone
when will it be my turn to feel pretty, otherworldly, stunning
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love
what is it?
i've always found it
confusing
why
are we tied to
one person
only
why
is romantic love
more important
than friendship
why
do i push people away
yet long