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Elle a dit
Et je dois répondre
Nous ne sommes pas amies
Mais à elle, je tourne
Coupable de tous
Mais c’est quand même fou
Coupable de quoi?
Seulement fou à vous!
Je m’adresse aux femmes
i’m left feeling so oppressed
you don’t know what i know best:
but you don’t hear
beyond the glass you think yourself contained.
or you think you’re free?
everyone is rich
but just one lack feels heavier than chests of gold.
why can no amount of compliments nullify an insult?
Please, tell me that there’s a way to feel good
If it’s foolproof and coolproof I’d hope that I could
But when I’m wide awake and my dreams have uncurled
I still feel the eyelids between me and t...
you think you know,
but how could you ever?
is it still worthless to you if it makes me feel better?
i am not what it says in an essay or book
i am not a reflection of how you think i should look...
and questions of
my ears are hot
and in some world too far away
i need you more.
here, i am not.
i still believe that i will bleed a story
yesterday was the first birthday i've had since i was 13 where i didn't see the number on the left side of opendiary increase by one. how very strange
i wish you were differenti wish i was too
i just want to go dancing with you
love poetry, that slippery knave
my words thrive only in anguish
but with you my afflictions drift far away
and i fear i may float off the planet
for nothing's amiss with your hands on my hips
sometimes it's so hard to seehow we become these ugly thingsresenting others' joy and peacerelishing our misery
i want to be better.
one day when it endsand we change our words from "feel" to "felt"i hope our love sublimes,evaporates instead of melts
one day when i'm bored with youand you realize i'm just a shelli hope that w...
horse pills, water down
wonder what it is i'm swallowing
anything to stop the swishing in my brain
anything to remember what it feels like to be insane
nowadays, i let my hormones take the blam...
i am wearied of thinking about how it doesn't matter
how nothing matters
as well as fatigued of thinking how it might all matter
every blink of an eye
every call that you miss
everyone that ...
i cannot bear to be unheard from the internet. welcome to my self-indulgent and self-deprecating ramblings.