she doesn’t want a boyfriend
“I don’t need anymore friends…”
she’s done sleeping with strangers,
letting undeserving boys into
he’s not like any of the previous ones
especially the last.
white like a glass of milk,
stark against the memory of the bitterness of almond and chocolates.
he sees your impulses as harmful.
he might be right.
Anxious all day after talking all night,
nose bleed upon awakening from troubled dreams
.Hiding your phone under your bed
so you won’t be tempted to say something that can’t be unsaid over text.
“I thought I was over this shit.”
the clouds have gathered slowly.
maybe it’s because I briefly gave up writing
poetry and pretty words and
things that I thought only little girls did.
I did not even notice how dark it was
until I could no longer see my hands.
This entire poem is so cliche.
I asked this question at a party last night
to no one in particular, receiving no response.
Why is this question so difficult to answer?
are you happy
they all mean nothing without you.
It’s scary how detached I feel.
All of my awards,
pinned to the wall, for me to see and cheer up when I’m having a bad day,
only make me feel more frustrated and anxious and useless.
Because without you,
I just don’t feel right.
They mean so little to me now that you’re not around.
I never cared if they thought I was smart or talented.
I just wanted you to think those things.
So the awards mean nothing at all.