i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
my biggest dreams couldn’t match the life we’re going to build together.
the higher i rise above it, the more my cynics sharpen their knives.
i will die trying to prove my critics wrong.
i can see you falling away from the man i know.
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
i love my found family with every fiber of my being. they know the hues and textures of my soul, just as i know their’s.
the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
for christmas i got a mind full of rage and a body labeled as a sex object. i guess i was worse this year than i thought.
we were everything. everything.