my boy? he is evenbetter than books. -fiction has nothing on you.
the only thing required to be a woman is to identifyas one.- period, end of story.
if youdon’t want toend up insomeone else’spoem,then maybeyou shouldstarttreatingpeoplebetterfor achange.- an unapologetic poet.
My boy?he is evenbetter than books.-fiction has nothing on you.
be waryof the boys whoonly ever tellhalf-thruthsbecause theywill only ever be half in lovewith you-slay those dragons
over the decadesher books becamesuch a part of herthatthe ink somehow escapedher veins & bloomedher favorite words & imagesonto her skin.nowthe worldwould have no doubt:she was thepageboundgirl- page to skin
ilet myselfknowthat my lifedoesn’thave to be overjust becausetheirs are& i wentahead& paintedthe sunback into my sky.I am allowed to live my life.
it is strangehowsisterscanbesaviorsorstrangers& sometimesa bit of both.
it tooklosing himto finally findmyself.It tooklosing hima second timeto be sureof myself.thatwas myfirst actofself-love.
fiction:the oceani diveheadfirstintowhen icanno longerbreathe in re
all of the oceans& galaxiesdid notconspire together tocreate mejust so i couldreproduce for you.-Startling Fact #1
i used to thinki was brokenbecausei never oncespent mydaydreamsplucking swollen pomegranatesfrom someone else’s tree.- then i learned that society is broken, not me.
i’m sorryif iwasn’t the daughteryou hadin mind-i only ever wanted to make you proud-
revenge was never my intention.-but it still tastes sweeter than honey
they saythey only wantflowersto grow frommy mouth,so i willlook themdeadin theeyeas ishovesoft petalspastmy lips,chewwithmy jawcompletelyunhinged,& spitthemdownattheir feet-i will never be your expectations of me
I was the one thing he had to deny– the beautiful truth within his terrible lie.-who knew such a young heart could shatter?
ah, life—the thingthat happensto uswhile we’re offsomewhere elseblowing ondandelions& wishingourselves intothe pages ofour favoritefairy tales.