I step outside Of the curtain lining To tell you the truth But you’ve already gone to work
I step outside To my midsummer garden Cos it’s all about myself In my own little world
And in my opinion, it wasn’t meant to be I see it in the palms of my hands See it in the trees But looking at past daydreams I so wanted it to be A universe where things could work out for me (playing the victim?)
Poem: Haunted (continued)
In the grand scheme of things They’re always listening Don’t pay much attention to it cos I spend my days dreaming Future apartments with bay windows New acrylic nail salons Runs with my dog on Lake Shore Drive
You could have just told me Though you did in your own way I made sure to Curl up in a blanket I didn’t cry at first But then the weekend came I was tangled and interwoven into you and me again
You should have just Taken it out on me You should’ve just – You should’ve just – But you stopped yourself. I don’t get how You didn’t take it out on me You should’ve – You should’ve – But you stopped yourself.
Poem: Haunted (continued)
In an arboretum I found truly my favourite flowers Next few hours, you grew so bored, I thought you would fall straight into your hands The thorns from the castle drains would Stop to tell you that This wasn’t exactly Part of her plan. I grew quite timid Wasn’t born to be an alarm clock So I let you sleep the next day while I did my own thing The thing was, it was my birthday And anyone knows that can have meaning So it isn’t worth the frame-worked lawsuit The heavy weight in my mind
You shouldn’t have Taken it out on me I thought we were different people Living new lives, so it seemed. You shouldn’t have chosen To take it out on me I thought we had become new In the grand scheme of things.
Poem: Haunted (continued)
Fortune surrounds you So I’m in a blanket Wishing you well in skyscraper heaven. If you turned around, To retrieve your belongings –
My apartment would be empty, But it would still be haunted.
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My day in the blistering sunshine I wish your hand was latched onto mine Except when you held it too tight, it hurt, and I said nothing because I was engulfed in the ivory, acrylic paint of the walls I wish you could soothe me like you do your male friends
I got, rather presumptive I thought we could make it work because it felt so worth it Like the tides would change & our circumstances wouldn’t get the best of us When I fell into old subservient patterns, That I thought I wouldn’t I said, screw it We could work through it But the tables that turned against me had thorns My blood wasn’t well & I was increasingly worn Down by the extent of which, I wanted it to work A violent but quiet discomposure
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
Down by the bayside I’ll never forget when an acoustic version of a song I loved in middle school (still do) came on You threw your head back and sang so softly I found it mildly alarming how awfully charming And crisply ambient the evening felt right then and there My eyes started to tear, and I wiped them real fast I thought if it could be like this, we’d be golden Nothing to take & everything to give That is the drawback to my diplomacy It doesn’t quite work out for me
Now I’m basking in the feverish sunshine Hearing the lyrics in my mind How true they conform to the set of conditions that unveiled my gentle but muted position I wanted all of it to feel just like that Right then and there, I was far too aware That you are a beautiful human being only when you get what you want
Love poem: If you could, just, sing to me (continued)
But I can’t always play the right song And moments in passing affect my brain far too strong I latch on
If we could have just stayed at that stop light forever We would’ve made it work If you could have sang lullabies to lull me to sleep We still couldn’t have made it work
I threw a cigarette down on the ground while it was still lit and burned my foot I thought about when we sat on the bench, and you held me tight by my livelihood The frame of reference from me to you was always that you were misunderstood But I never thought about it like that I never thought about it like that And I can’t tell whether I want you to come back I can’t tell whether I want you to come back The way I’d submit to you, I always felt so attacked Wished you would pay attention to my words, wanted you to be keeping track My nerves would pile up- going haywire, getting hijacked I can say “I love you” then keep myself from getting sidetracked I can’t seem to fall asleep without reminiscent, beautiful flashbacks
Soft times Soft times
I think I make them up in my mind I know for sure you’re leaving me behind Think it’s good for me at the same time I press play; you hit rewind
The vision’s always there You – unaware Me – trying not to stare The sunshine’s oblivious glare
The vision’s always there You, always unaware Me – feeling so damn scared Won’t speak up, wouldn’t dare
I can’t seem to fall asleep You’re in my veins, you’re troubling me You wouldn’t come sit with me by the crashing sea Failure to disappear is choking me for eternity I thought things would improve if I looked more pretty I tried to speak quieter, say my sentiments softly I still haven’t realized it has little to do with me
I wish I could erase Your contemplative face Your light tan shade of summer’s warmth I’m taking all the pills Never feeling thrills Because the void is haunting me, haunting me still
I can’t change until My body gets so ill That I throw up any shadow that reminds me of you I’m a small girl I’m losing hope If you were me, what would you do?
If you were me, what would you do?
You, always unaware Me – feeling so damn scared There’s nothing There’s nothing But empty space
Maybe I was made in hell The way I’m living is how I can tell
A lullaby of daffodils You hold the camera and tell me to hold still I’m like a melting candle, the way I’m built Like Saturday night’s florals, I begin to wilt Loose edges Sharp corners Haha, of course – you did it on purpose You know, you’re so good at making me nervous You open the window, but you shut the curtains I can’t come too close because I will never be certain If it’s you, the recent news is very concerning I love to know everything about you, it’s my lust for learning It’s doing me damage I’m picking up patterns I found a loose screw and some nails under the mattress I have this beautiful velvet dress that’s strapless But I’ve been gradually weakened, my violence is sapless And him and his coffee is quite the distraction Though I’m perilously stuck in perpetual subtraction
Doesn’t buy me roses No visible action It’s doing me damage I’m picking up patterns
I have ten thousand things to tell you But instead I asked for flowers You, not so permissive You aggressively declined I dreamed of blush-coloured roses, they were just divine Heaven sent on a plate, a black gun & red wine I was just wondering if maybe next time… I could have a guarantee for a cute little valentine Yeah, sure, that works, he can show up at nine
I’ll look so perfect I’ll smell of jasmine & pine I’ve made a plan for our date, it’s a rough outline I’ll fix up my hair, I’ll trim my waistline For the misery you put me through, I’ll need an anodyne I’ll paint my bedroom walls the carbonate powder of calamine I’m not doing my best, I’m hardly even trying
Lazy afternoons in the pool when it’s forty degrees I fall all the time, I have wounds on my knees You’ve never said sorry, you rarely said please Is it love, or is it the amphetamines? Stop getting so mad I’m only in my twenties But I know the best stones are found at the cemeteries And I know the absolute best are freshly grown blueberries When you scream at me, I close my eyes because it’s scary I think “happy thoughts,” I picture us married But I keep thinking ’bout how pretty I’ll look when I’m buried
I wanted to be your only You can’t handle being worried I’d come for you Never hesitate to hurry
It’s two in the morning I’ve made tea for myself I wear long faux lashes ’cause it’s good for my health I’m little Team Captain, everything I do is the best I’m losing my grip, I think I’m failing this test When you’ve broken everything, what is there left? They think I’m in a castle, I consider this a mess Do me a favour and be my guest When you find out what I’ve done, Don’t think more – think less Envisage Dream about The thrills the little boys and girls scream about She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling
Girls never get complimented anymore The boys just presume they’ll get bored It’s a mistake they’re all making, that I’m sure But I’m only one person, can I count as more?
She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling She forced herself to think of how he must be feeling
Drowned in insecurity because it seemed like disposition When you really want to die, you make it your mission
I’m a very kind and gracious girl If you let me, I will give you the world But as the brutality of this world continues to unfold My mirror’s edge is veiled, my patience can’t be sold
Give me your garden Make everything quiet I swear I’m prettiest when I’m not lying I won’t give up hoping, I won’t stop trying But it would be a piece of fiction to say I don’t dream of dying
You’re laughing at me My blonde hair blows in the breeze I will prevail, even though they’re dead-set on bringing long-lasting harm to me I see through the trees When I run, you freeze Collapsing in child’s fables isn’t only for the weak Take me with you I want to know what God knows Don’t be scared of the nighttime In the darkest hours, I’m most composed
The more you grow up, the smarter you think you are But in the same circumstances, you always lose yourself I collect hard-cover books of flowers & death spells I know all the wonderful roses by their first and last names I play with my sanity like it’s my favourite win-or-lose game You were always so harsh But me? Oh, so tame Didn’t know how to respond to all the accusations and shame I hate you, I love you It all sounded the same
I’ve decided to take my most loved photo of us down from my shelf I thought it proved we were real The space between you and myself But my mitral valve is still broken, so I can’t afford to inconvenience oneself Though our smiles were true You said it yourself Never seen a girl look at you so warm and heartfelt It hurts now But it didn’t back then Those split seconds repeat in my mind, again and again You were my prince, my most handsome immunogen You said I stunned in my floral dress Dainty and parisienne
I know this frail body wasn’t exactly built to please I’m a young girl too – I have restraint, but I have needs My singleness of purpose is far too remote I tend to break up with boys by posting poems I wrote When I was at my most fragile, I asked you for a rose Your promises were painful because I never got those
But your perseverance to love me will be your best power I stay up wondering how to please you I only sleep a few hours Me at my most tired is me at my most sour How much more beautiful do I need to be, in order to receive a white flower? I’m sort of like a princess stuck at the crown of a tower My father’s hung flyers for the peasants and princes to form a line Some of them have courage Some barely have a spine The common denominator seems to be they’re all trying But if you said it’s to impress me, I’d say that you’re lying
Several days ago, I bought roses To make myself smile I didn’t change the water Just like me, they’re dying
Winters in Chicago were when I felt my most free The wind chill was so strong, I felt it belonged to me It didn’t matter that it was a lake, I still saw it as the sea All I remember are evenings at Argo Tea Feeling happy, just to be me
You must have composure, you must be determined I’m taking care of myself, I’m doing it on purpose The December chill confronts me with things I am sure of Like how spontaneously great heights can collapse Like how the disillusioned are most likely to relapse Like how I felt, true love was almost in my grasp
But as the fog on my window, it visited and then passed It disappeared just like that I’m trying not to react
I’m screaming into my pillow (I’m trying not to react) I’m folding laundry to feel productive (I’m scared of whom I’ll attract) I lied to everybody & said I was fine (I was so scared the whole time) I’m taking every analeptic (I write your name, strike it out with a line)
I picture me in your backyard, Picking grapes off the vine I cried the whole way home, driving past the coastline I thought I didn’t deserve beauty, God doesn’t want me on cloud nine So I hit up your number, Forgot you were atropine And now I’m having trouble sleeping because you aren’t my lifeline I tell you I need you! You say, maybe next time “I’ve got a girl here, she’s helping me escape my mind”
To some people, I’m gorgeous To you, I’m saccharine But everything I am, you will always undermine I’m not your chosen one Never your valentine
I’m the one that treads water Looking for reasons to be alive
If you were safety, you wouldn’t give me your hand You’d sail towards what suits you The palm trees, the sand
I would get tired Give up and drown You wouldn’t say sorry, because you wouldn’t be around
The water obscures my hearing The green-blue current is the only sound I wanted to be loved, the void was what I found But the ocean is my new bliss, so I fade into the background I’m five again, I’ve found my new playground
I would get tired Give up and drown You wouldn’t say sorry, you wouldn’t be around I’m five again, I’ve found my new playground The sea has become my chosen burial ground The green-blue current is the only sound
The void is what I felt, but true love is what I found
