“I don’t see why you are doing all of this for them, they wouldn’t do the same for you.”
The fights feel like a relief, because you finally have an excuse to run away from them; to avoid them.
You collect verses of my poetry
and attempt to
until you can convince yourself
that you have always been
It’s really gross,
the people I find myself writing about
at 2:30 in the morning
when I can’t sleep.
When it feels like you can no longer hold yourself or anything around you together, I need you to know that it’s okay to just let go.
I wish I knew your story. I can tell you were well-loved. Maybe that’s what draws me here.
Family isn’t in the last name. It’s in the lessons and the matching scars.
In the beginning, we were so happy. The house was everything we needed.
My friend informed me that her aunt had a gift. I didn’t know it then, but that woman’s gift would end up changing my life.
Because I am eager to make my own money, build a life, and support myself, I am “trying to prove something”. If I were a man, I would simply be surviving.