We were sitting in the sun, Both so much in love, But you and I are both loners. We can’t touch each other right now. Be there for each other right now. We’re independent and self-made. We are mirrors of each other, and it breaks my heart too.
I hope you think of me when you see pickup trucks lifted up high, Pink acrylic nails touching your thigh Listening to Lana Del Rey with the top of the convertible down, That’s me. That’s always me. That’ll always be me in your memory.
You can tell your friends you’re over it & I’ll tell mine the exact same But you’ll hear country music playing somewhere outside You know things will never be the same
Poem: Boy-crazy (dollhouse) [continued]
I am never getting out of here. This dollhouse that you shoved me into With the rosebushes and everything that you know I liked. You shoved me in because you wanted me to stay with you But I had other plans and I screamed out, But it sounded like sand. I didn’t wanna be in your dollhouse Shoved by you.
But you say to me, I thought you were boy crazy aren’t you boy crazy I thought you were boy crazy but you say to me I thought you were boy crazy aren’t you boy crazy I thought you were boy crazy but you say to me
Don’t you like bad boys I said no I said no I said no
Oh, you have no idea of what’s wrong with me Cos I got a whole long list for ya But I don’t share it with anyone I let them find out for themselves They often don’t So I can keep my secrets in the amethyst cave The one that was built just for me The one they’ll bury me in, in my grave
A lifted, matte black four-by-four driving right over me Peeling all the smoked cigarettes straight out of yours truly, I know I look petite, look small, look sweet But there’s something hidden inside of me that’s so unruly I am not scared of it – how could I be? It’s part of me I don’t think you should be either George fixed my truck, and he made it real nice But he drove it over and over straight over me On a cold, hard, self-manufactured repeat
Poem: Bellflower Blvd (continued)
A large onyx black pickup truck that came with flowers Baby’s Breath and off-road excellence Bellflower Blvd is where the finish line is It’s the name of my dog that I miss like I do Heaven’s remorse And I can get some quick gains if I gamble right But I always miss the mark on purpose Climbing into rabbit holes just to see what’s inside, If I wasn’t who I am, I’d have so many reasons to hide
Cos I’m tough in the way only a rose bush can be I see the way that strangers look at me And I don’t mind if I have to be the only one to believe In what I am capable of being, A fruit tree in the middle of nowhere Pomelos left on the side of the road That someone was selling but Forgot about
Poem: Bellflower Blvd (continued)
The people in the car next to me at the stop light They don’t know why I’m crying about this song. The people in the car next to me at the stop light They don’t care why I’m crying to this song They don’t know why I’m crying about this song The people in the car next to me at the stop light They don’t know It’s Bellflower Blvd
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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
Nuclear envelopes A testable hypothesis Will you still love me if I – Will you drown me out Like the noise in a soundproof room He always said he’d like to go to solitary confinement just to get away For a honeymoon
Light leaks Asparagine and leucine Convoluted sighs and my pink floor-length satin dress Eating three times on Mondays, Eating four times, the day after Consuming enough carbohydrates to be like a plant A prisoner in your gardener A wide-awake blooming orchid Couch that fell from a truck bed onto the motorway We could just make it ours Watch the fires and fireflies swarm in the distance Devouring apricots A routine for my bedtime
Poem: Ant colony (birthday balloons) [continued]
Letting go of lethargic tendencies But I don’t have the energy I’m miserable, with or without you Have to be the writer of my own memoir, the heroine in my own maladaptive daydreams That serve me quite well Like soft serve by the beach Made from plant-based oat milk & Oreos I’ll let the sea and the sun and the sky devour me, so I can merge with the ants and Worry only about my colony What a dream it’s becoming
Empty head Empty thoughts Your Percocet My writer’s block I’ve been too, afraid, to put this down on paper A typewriter with no keys Hands that swell Knees that bleed I know perfectly well That I’m who you need Will you be there for me, in the daylight and the evenings? My handsome prince Tread carefully I’m exactly who I aspire to be
Poem: Ant colony (birthday balloons) [continued]
I believe in myself, most of all Though, the cognitive dissonance gets swept like ashes At a fireplace Melting, blurring a reality that you swore was three-dimensional You vase of a porcelain starlit galaxy You atmospheric void, claustrophobic from your own apprehension I’m so in love with every part of you Especially the pieces you really disdain
I’ll take them in my hands Like the softest of sand
Poem: Ant colony (birthday balloons) [continued]
I don’t know what to do with all these birthday balloons The vinyl you bought me, thank you, by the way You precious thing. And the things I have to move on from Tangled in grief-ridden spiderwebs Merging through lanes with my blinker forever on I follow all the laws When the crows are watching, carefully
I’ll let the sea and the sun and the sky devour me, so I can merge with the ants and Worry only about my colony What a dream it’s becoming