Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world

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Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world

I hope when you think of me, you picture a
Stunning ballerina twirling around fever dreams
& made up things
Extrapolating conversations we have had
To much bigger situations
I live inside my head
Constantly create
& sometimes hope follows delusion
Into the most magnificent cave,
I do agree, this is the perfect recipe for heartbreak
While I am only getting stronger,
There’s only so much more that I can take

So I keep bouncing off the walls
The audience soaks it in
They love it all
Never a compliment in the paper
That’s where you come in
And to no one’s surprise at all
That’s the trap I fell in

Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world [continued]

I fell in on purpose
Oh my goodness, I loved it
You made me so nervous
Holding my breath, I hated it

I wanted to show you my life
Share everything with you
I wanted to show you my life
Everything I said was true

But not from you
And to no one’s surprise at all
That was the trap I fell in
I wanted to seek comfort
In something that was melting
The entire mansion was on fire
I happily stayed inside
These are my own choices
This is exactly why I’ve cried

Poem: Flammable girl in a perfect world [continued]

I wanted to show you my life
The entire mansion was on fire
Nothing’s more beautiful than a girl in flames
I think it’s time I stop believing this is fun and games

Listening to you say my name
Listening to you say my name
Listening to you say my name
Everything is more beautiful when it’s up in flames
I was so happy to stay
Everything is more beautiful when it’s up in flames
But when the fun is over,
All you’re staring at is just decay

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Love poem: Sweetness in February

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Love poem: Sweetness in February

Sometimes I look at, my flowers that have died
And I find them more beautiful than when they were alive.

Last year, my family got the most beautiful, dark-green noble fir Christmas tree we ever had
In a pop-up parking lot full of his friends
I personally found him more appealing before he was decorated
Then I cut 6 inches off my hair
No more split ends

Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)

Somebody stole our Christmas ornaments from the car
The little cute animals my mother and I laughed about when we saw them in a store forever ago
I hope they felt happy in their new home,
Wherever they ended up,
I just hope they weren’t disposed.

Some people – you start to feel disposable to them,
Like the sweetness you carry doesn’t bear any weight,
Like it means nothing that whatever stories they tell you, will never be shared with a single soul
Not used as small talk to break the ice
Never told at “parties”
That I imagine I’d be attending with my future lover because other people have families & other people have friends & other people have obligations & events
Birthdays to attend
& other people might wonder why I’m not there, and I want to be more than polite for I’m awfully curious
About that sort of life.
I pretend I’m not but,
I really am.

Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)

I didn’t want you for your money or what you promised me
I was just so calm when I would laugh with you
You introduced me to emojis
Now I use them constantly
You’re well aware I love cuteness
I know you favour my modesty
Something got in our way
You may not want to admit it was from both sides
I never knew you that well
Though of course I still cried

Come to my front gate
Wait in front of your car
I’ll wear the outfit I picked out
At the very start

Come to my front gate
To see me, now
I’ll wear full-on sweats
So you have nothing to think about

Love poem: Sweetness in February (continued)

But I know you a little more than I think I do
Who knows if I’ll ever find out if that’s true
I know you a tiny bit more than you think you do
Who knows if you’ll ever understand that it’s true

Sometimes I look at, my flowers that have died
And I find them more beautiful than when they were alive.

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Poem: Kind sentiments

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Poem: Kind sentiments

I wish I could tell you, that it’s killing me
All of these unborn strawberries
Trying to get sunlight with some vitamin D
Wishing I could fall asleep with you holding me

Ambivalence is the trademark of all heartbreak
It ignores the sweetness that my coffee tastes like
I’m taking care of my own well-being
But there are shameful parts of me that you have seen
If only we could stand
Right outside
Sun rays beating down on the asphalt ground
Could have flowers in my hands
You, laughing quietly
Because we get along better than anything

Poem: Kind sentiments(continued)

Everything beautiful in my surroundings
Seems so fleeting to me now
I watch the little ducks
As they awkwardly call out
My friend told me to distract myself
But that’s not how I operate
In my dreams, I see you standing outside your car, at my front gate.

I wish I could tell you, exactly how I feel
But you have more pressing matters for which to deal
So I write kind notes to myself
Tape them onto my bedroom mirror
Say these things out loud
Choose confidence to fight the fear

Poem: Kind sentiments (continued)

I want
To curl up
Into
A little ball
Just like my foster dog
Where I am safe
And warm
And small

And these kinds of things don’t hurt at all.

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Love poem: In this form (trembling)

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Love poem: In this form (trembling)

Do I want love to make me feel better
Yeah, maybe that’s true
My hands tremble even when I type
Do I want to show you how good I look in that sweater
Yeah, perhaps that’s true
My voice trembles when I speak out loud

I don’t want to hide my sadness, dark caves, or anxiety
My hands tremble even when I write
I know you don’t want me to be anyone else
But could you want me back
When this is my form
I try more and more every day
To stand tall & make my parents proud
But I miss the mark
Still pour my heart out anyway

Love poem: In this form (trembling) [continued]

Do you want me to be me
When this is my form
Have a hard feeling you’ll be saying goodbye
I’m too aware to not know the reasons why
But isn’t it kind of cute that my hands shake
Even when I am doing nothing at all

We could pick strawberries
When the season arrives
Because even though this is my form
I look so beautiful when I’m pleasantly surprised
Can you think of why
I don’t want you to know me by
My unwashed dishes and unfolded clothes
I just want to make you smile

Love poem: In this form (trembling) [continued]

When this is my form
I just want to help you breathe
I know how to put others first
While also taking care of me
I know you don’t see the Christmas lights
I’ve kept up to bring myself joy
But can you take me in this form
And be the most patient boy

I don’t want to say goodbye
I think only I know the reason why
I won’t say it out loud
Because my voice trembles when I speak

Love poem: In this form (trembling) [continued]

Can I say it anyway
Can I say it soon
Can I say it now
Can I say it at noon
Can I say it anyway
Can I say it at noon
Before you decide
To do what you wanted to do

I think I’ve said it now
Yeah, maybe that’s true
I even got my nails painted
Picked out my outfit for you

I think I’ve said it now
Yeah, maybe that’s true
Can I say it again
Sometime soon

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Poem: Boiling water (January)

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Poem: Boiling water (January)

I
Feel
Dangerously
Close
To losing all the control I never had to begin with, in a heartbeat
I wanted to
Laugh
Wearing a wedding dress
On my patio with a cup of tea
And all the melancholy from January would have been swept away like last year’s rain
The lack thereof which drenched my city with fire

The ashes smelled
Comforting
To those who were not affected

Poem: Boiling water (January) [continued]

Like a campfire
In the forest
I think I was about seven or nine
When I last went to bed on time
I’ve been trying to take care
Of an anarchist’s body
Melted my hand on crystals of aspartame

I think
We do
Or do not
Belong
Where we think
We currently
Are
And that
Is not
A song
I want
To write.

Poem: Boiling water (January) [continued]

I don’t like ambivalence in others
But certainty to me fits a stepwise fashion
I check my email now, dad, are you proud
I can see the way she looks at me and I hate it
Can’t change it
It’s like I’m decaying
I wanted to make January so beautiful that it would make angels cry
Oh my goodness, I tried
I miss seeing you all alive
I’d laugh at your jokes a million more times
Join you guys in the swimming pool because
Body insecurity
Takes the form of a guilt trip
When you missed out on the life they’re missing out on now

The ashes smelled
Comforting
To those who were not affected

Now I sit on the grass near my patio
With an empty cup
Because I never actually managed to heat the water.

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