The Silence Was Suffocating -- 1 May 2016

I never understood his poetry

The way he paints pictures

But never says what he means

My bones ache with my uncertainty

My lungs beg for air

As I hold in everything I wish I could say

The words are trying to claw their way out

Tearing apart my throat until I taste blood

I need to reclaim my backbone

Remove the wishbone I’ve put in its place

If I die, it’ll be by internal combustion

And my compliance was what lit the fuse.

Overwatering -- 1 May 2016

I still remember

When I was the little girl

That always overwatered plants

Filling their pots to the brim

And watching the water overflow to the floor

Making small droplets on the carpet

That would soak into my socks as I ran away.

Yesterday, my potted cactus dried up and died.

I’ve become less nurturing than the desert.
My love withers and slaughters.

What happened to the little girl

Overwatering because she didn’t know when to stop giving?

Who did this to me

And why did I let them?

People Aren't Homes - 18 February 2016

You said that your love was mine

So I built my home in you

Your ribs, like walls, were sturdy

Well-built, protective, and full

Your heart, like a hearth, glowed

And kept me warm and secure

Your eyes, like windows, painted pictures

Of what I thought I could have

Your voice, like belonging, sang songs

That made me feel like I finally found a place

Your arms were like coming home

They gave me a place to rest

But I now know why they say

That you shouldn’t build your home in a person

Because now it seems my house is burning down

Your hands tore everything apart

Brick by brick, bone by bone

Until all that was left was the rubble and me

Honey Bees - 18 February 2016

You know it’s true what they say

That beauty may open doors

But they only lead you to cliff edges

Same rules, same game, new look

So like a bee submerged in honey

You’ll find me face down

In the consequence of my actions

Because I don’t want to play this game anymore

So beauty may open doors

But I’ve just found a new place to drown

You Move Mountains -- 16 November 2015

I just want you to touch me like you mean it

I need to know what’s real and what’s not

Don’t lie to me, or tell me what I want to hear

I’m so afraid that I’ll crumble with your touch

Because you move mountains

But you also crush people

You’ve got a one-track mind

And I’m afraid to be the price you pay for ambition

Maybe someday I’ll get a happy ending

Instead of another lesson in bad intuition

Shards -- 16 November 2015

Just because I see the stars in your eyes
And you glow like the sun

Doesn’t make the world revolve around you

Your voice may be melodic

And you look like the love child of the universe

I know that I can say lovely things

And I know how to turn a phrase

But never romanticize your lovers

It’s a long fall from the pedestal

And nothing hurts worse than the shards of your own poetry

Kissed into skin turn to broken promises in your mouth

These are the things I wish I learned sooner

Because if I did

I wouldn’t have shattered you

And left myself with scars

She’s Big Snowflakes and Being Out in the Woods and the Color Green

She’s big snowflakes and being out in the woods and the color green. She is the crack of bonfires and shooting stars and mountains. She’s the sound of thunderstorms in May and wet socks in rain boots from splashing in puddles. She’s learning, different cultures, and the smell of old books. She’s her love of history, her refusal to eat nothing but German chocolate, and ice cream. She’s warm blankets and the comfort of being surrounded by people she cares about. She is sunrises and puppies and kitties and general warm fuzzies. She’s nerdy puns and people who aren’t afraid to be who they want to. She’s confidence and awkwardness and flying elbows while dancing. She’s twinkle lights and the north woods and warmth.

She is nothing if not dramatic.

You want to give her the world as her stage.