allowed
i’m allowed to hate him. i’m allowed to miss him. i’m allowed to love him. but he doesn’t exist anymore.
i’m told i’m allowed to be mad, to address the things he’d done to me, taken from me. the things i’m too afraid to tell people, because they’d say, “oh that never happened” or “your father wasn’t that kind of man.” the things i’ve only left in the confines of my therapist’s office.
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rent free
what’s it to youthat you still leave me in tearsthat rent in my headisn’t paid by youbut, i can’t evict youyou’re just a tenantdefacing this homethat once held you warmly
is this how it’s going to beme mourning youyou tearing me apartfrom the distance you createdwith your lies with your tonguewith everything about you i lovedbut no eviction
what did i doi feel everythingyour absencemy heart…
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pretty eyes
you said i have pretty eyesi bet you’d love them when i crysilent and greennothing in-between you and i or anyone who doesn’t tryi’m too r-rated never to be dated leaving me all alonewhile together you make a homeyou said i had pretty eyesand you’re the reason why i cry
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rough edges
it's how i was raised.
that’s what i try to think. or maybe it is completely true. i was [still am?] one of those girls that were considered one of the boys. i have two older brothers. i had predominately male neighbors growing up. played men’s hockey. except dek hockey, we had a few girls here and there. the sum of this was a dual part of who i was. competitive, aggressive, violent. i made one…
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temporarily sad
i’m sad because i have so many people who love me in my life, but i feel so alone all the time. i take my medications, i work a lot, i go to my meeting, i try my hardest to keep myself afloat. i just have this over-arching fear that everything is going to be whisked away from me. because i’ve never really had control over things that actually matter to me.
i’m never stating that things are…
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concussion repercussions
it’s only dawned on me within a short amount of time. that part i can be a bit proud of, but the part that comes next is where i don’t know what is all going to be going on. one thing i must accept:there is no going back to who i was before the accident.
i haven’t had a concussion since may 27th, 2015. seven years. and i have one. my tenth concussion. and i didn’t pay much attention to it at…
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nothing of importance
nothing has made mefeel less beautiful than youno matter how hard i triedno matter how many times you said i was perfecti still wasn’t enoughto make you want to tryto change your actionsnow i contemplatecutting myselfgoing to a barmaking everything i amdisappearnot existbecause i told myself i just had to be patientand thatyou would bewho i looked pastand saw potentialthat you would bewho i…
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22 march 2020
right now, i cannot determine where this elevated anxiety originates. is it from the cocktail of synthetic chemicals, time released into my body throughout the day, or is it more simple? is it the disruptive, obnoxious noise and altercations that follow? deep down, i know that i should not search for the origin, but focus on alleviating the shifting season, demon racing, unmindful frustration…
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show up
how can one show up in the world, when people want to ignore it’s existence? how does one exist in the world while they do not see how beautifully magnificent it is?
i want those in my world to go out and look at the moon & stars with me. to dance in the rain, without a care in the world. to find the joy amidst the littlest of things. that’s how i want to show up in the world.
i want to show up…
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fantasies & nail polish
fantasies & nail polish
i remember when my mom would paint my nails growing up. i wasn’t allowed to do it on my own for such a long time. my dad would be watching tv, my mom and i each reading a book. she’d be holding a cigarette, a glass budweiser bottle not too far away. i can still have that bird’s eye view of me cuddled up next to her on the green/brown/red strangely stitched couch. i’d be reading about dragons and…
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weight
i built my own coffindug my own gravethe dirt and the wood always smell the same
i claw at the toppushing so hardmy wounds they open before they scar
the ground still solidis my future sealed?i hope spring comes before the clinch is unveiled
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if you told me, i'd laugh
if you told me, i’d laugh
if you told me six years ago that that would be the last birthday my mom celebrated, i’d laugh at you. she had cancer, she was getting weaker, but when you see it everyday, pain lives at a constant rate. it’s almost as it didn’t exist, or i did what i could to ignore it.
if you told me five years ago that i wouldn’t be crying every day, every few hours, i’d laugh at you. because in a mere seven…
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11/17/15 & 2/22/21
11/17/15 & 2/22/21
then, it was just like, it’s almost crying for the ones who i could lose. but it was also crying because i saw a dead or sick animal.
now, it’s just crying at the memory of them once existing. no corpse, cold stone plaque in a field of the ones who are lost.
then, it was me being in a weak spot, because, well that’s something i don’t know.
now, the weak spots became shielded, because it’s the…
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02/06/21
in those moments i can write something better. i can write something that makes some sense, might make others feel better, or feel that they have an understanding. but then the moments after those, i rip myself to pieces. i don’t offer myself the kindness i should. i isolate. lately i feel as if i put too much of myself out into the world. when i open my mouth, when i share about my contemporary…
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increments
the sound of a storm
the release of pain
the exhaustion of the body
no motivation to gain
the taps of the raindrops
the smell in the air
the irritant fear
that makes me mutilate my hair
the darkness of a room
the stillness of night
the emptiness surouding
makes me need to take flight
the time i need slipping
the workload so high
the stress leaves me barren
like a lake ran dry
the…
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cynic
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07/20/19
there is nothing more
that i wish
than to slide into nothing
no trace left behind
not a single hair
no wiccan trace could find me
until i want to emerge
leave behind this life
to change and do through its steps
for me to grow
outside of the hate
disappointment
and chaos
i created for myself
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