He doesn’t think he’s good enough. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. He doesn’t think he’s good enough. But he’s shining brighter than every star in this damn sky. This damn sky. And everyone can see it but him, Because he has his back turned to the mirror standing right in front of him. As I reach … More On Outshining Reflections.
You’re all I want to write about Because you’re all I think about. But I have no words to use Because my emotions you misuse. I am a water tower filled to the brim with anger and ready to drown the city you’re living in. I constantly tell myself, “I’m so over you.” But … More Thoughts About Her
To the childhood bully who was right about everything she tormented me about: You called me a carpet muncher, a dyke. Now what’s it like to feel lower than the carpet beneath my feet. They all tormented me about what I wore. Like priests without bibles, they preached who I was behind my back. But … More I’m Here I’m Queer: Take 2
When I was twelve, I hated myself. Not to mention I didn’t get any attention. I was shoved in the basement, and flooded with emptiness and leftover conversations. At night, when I was drowning in darkness, I wasn’t afraid of the dark like I am today. The darkness was a way for me to hide … More
You say you miss me but your words are as hollow as your coffin. You love so lively, while I feel so dead. Every word I send makes me lose another breathe because my heart stops once more at the thought of you. I stay up at night writing you poems that I wish I … More “I miss you”
Let’s just forget about school for a day. Let’s forget about work. Let’s forget about our parents, our friends. Let’s forget about taking care of ourselves and just live for the moment. Let’s wear the same outfit two days in a row. Let’s not wash our hair. Let’s just wear hats. Let’s paint rainbows on … More Living to the End of the Day
“Yes!” She shouts after earning another A on her test. “How do you do it?” I stutter baffled at how she passed the un-passable. I study so hard but barely receive a B. I always try, on everything, and it never really works out in my favor. Chassidy, my best friend, … More On Making a Move
I’m sorry to my first love for putting you through everything it took to keep me in your life. I was a fucked up kid and you had a fucked up life. I was the only one there for you. I gave you my everything. Because you were my everything. I’m sorry I was confused, … More 9/26/16. Apologies
It’s been years since we’ve spoken Yet, I’m still broken. I’m beginning to wonder if you ever existed… _ You seemed perfect at the time And I still think about you sometimes. But out of no where you left, And as I’ve confessed You’ve made me depressed And I never progressed. My heart, you oppressed … More On a Forgotten Promise.
I can’t wait to be good enough for someone who’s good enough for me.