here is my "poetry", i hope you like it



the girls
i write my poems for the girls
with bloody tissues lining their bedroom floor
and for those who lay in the bathroom for hours, not moving
just thinking; thinking of those who loved and those who lied
mourning them
the girls with the matching bra and panties bought specifically for the boy with the unwashed hair
and deceptive charm- who will inevitably break them
the girls who crave being something special to someone,
and ultimately never will-
that's who i write my poems for.




art
my skin is a canvas, used to be painted and sculpted and sketched on
the broken glass is the brush,
crafting tiny little etches into the canvas
and the paint runs a scarlet red,
an unending stream of emotion desperate to be conveyed





those hands
those hands
those hands; so familiar yet so faint
i remember them
tracing my face - your rough worn fingers
caressing me
they were distinctly coarse but they felt like
a feather, a pillow, a soft blanket to me
those hands have been everywhere,
tainted and impure:
every girl knows the feel of
those hands




WE'RE BOTH INSANE- MAINLY ME, BUT I LOVE IT TO DEATH (2022)