Tuesday, May 7, 2013

day 234

Home is where the heart is

I've dreamt of holding hands with new cities
and kissing strangers with foreign names
I've always wanted to be a part of someone else's new beginning

I open my eyes and I let the wind of my city kiss my face
Sometimes I've forgotten I've made a home here
That my heart is a gypsy with a destination
To go back to where we started 

Monday, May 6, 2013

day 233

I WANT TO LOVE YOU
but not because I am lonely
or because you are lonely
or because everyone we know
are in love
or because I forget how love feels
or because love smacked me in the face this morning when I woke up automatically thinking about you

I JUST WANT TO LOVE YOU

Sunday, May 5, 2013

day 232

your ex boyfriend still makes you cry
you still love him
not as deep
not like before

Saturday, May 4, 2013

day 231

When your mother invites you to your molester's wedding

do not scream
do not carve forgiveness into your roots

When your mother tells your sister you are never fully there

do not tell her you've scrubbed every part of yourself clean everyday for the past 8 years
do not let her think it is nothing other than teen angst
do not swim through the glaciers in her stare to deliver a confession

do not stop her from enjoying the joining of two lovers
do not forget she has forgotten the way a honey moon glows

When your sister saves your life for the fifth time
do not hide in fear
do not shiver
do not let your backbone fall flat

do not forget you are not alone
you are not the only one to surrender to the poison of a coma
you are not the only one who wants to die a dreamer

When you realize that you have stopped changing the hers in your poems to hims
do not hang yourself amongst the other skeletons in your closet
do not stop yourself from telling your best friend that you love her
do not let the name of your past lovers leave a bad taste in your mouth
do not skin yourself alive
do not stop yourself from enjoying the joining of two lovers
do not apologize for being afraid
for being human

When your first boyfriend hits you for the first time
do not tremble

When your second boyfriend tells you your sex is not godly
do not pray

When your next boyfriend does not want to believe in your rape
do not explain
do not bother
do not ask him for salvation

When a boy makes a rape joke on your first date
do not scream
do not carve forgiveness into your roots
you are one hundred years of stretch and growth
You are Autumn
you are leave
you are thicker stems when you kiss the sun
you are heart filled of Giant Sequoia
you are capable of loving with the largest lungs
you are breath
you are human

When the girl of your dreams is sitting in your audience
be proud that you stopped changing the pronouns in your poems

When your sister's therapist already knows that you are broken
do not force yourself to tell her your whole story
do not force yourself to fight the demons in your throat
do not apologize for being afraid
for being human

you are not ready

When your mother invites you to your molester's wedding

do not scream
do not forget she has forgotten how a honey moon glows

do not hang yourself amongst the other skeletons in your closet

do not force yourself to tell her your whole story
do not force yourself to fight the demons in your throat

do not apologize for being afraid
for being human

you are not ready

Friday, May 3, 2013

day 230

I think that I've found the person I've written these love poems for. I will say that I'm surprised and a bit embarrassed at how fast my heart has dived in, but I don't think I will stop it. I don't think I will go for it either. My heart is the first time I've ever scraped my knee cap and I am waiting days on end for it to heal.

Thursday, May 2, 2013

day 229

You are made of bone and the stinging words from bad conversations
We talk to each other like we will figure out which one is most insecure
and I keep all your backhanded compliments in my back pocket at all times

I gave up my dreams to dream of falling in love with boys who had no clue what I looked like without make up on
I dreamed of filling the void in my soul with the touch of broken lovers
I would sleep like I didn't need to wake up and make something of myself

This is for the high school girls who have yet to know  their worth

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

day 228

manic pixie girl/9

grow a garden out of me
i listen to you wish for more light
i cannot give you more of me if i am wilting
if i am slowly losing it
if the soil i plant my feet on falls flat

grow a garden out of me
train my roots to dance to your sway
i am watching you in the wind