“Tsundere”

I punched a bathroom stall wall After you played dumb about our whatever-it's-called I kissed your knuckles after you couldn't get any closer I'm an M&M You say Hard, mean even Externally But internally, For you, Alone and curled around your thigh My gooey gentleness Comes out I can't help but melt, With you all... Continue Reading →

Two-for-Nothing

Baby, oh baby You're a two for nothing kinda deal You hurdle between affectionate and compassionate to indifferent and aloof You ignore me for weeks Shrugging off my hellos like they're an allergy of yours Only to stare at me like I'm starlight Inviting me over to lay on you as if your adoration was... Continue Reading →

Red, White, Blue

I'm sorry we kill your people I'm sorry they pin you, and not protect you Shoot you instead of embrace you I'm sorry I'm so sorry I don't approve that blue is superior to your Black and Brown skin And I don't believe his hate is enough To fade rainbows People keep making this about... Continue Reading →

His

He's like ice Cool Relieving He's like fire Warm Capable of keeping your secrets He's an idea Never put to action A thought too fleeting to grasp He's the question I'm too afraid to ask He could be mine If he wasn't hers I'm already his Even if she really is He's like music Capable... Continue Reading →

Worst Poetry

Have you ever fell in love with someone’s laugh? (The way she tips her head, eyes closed, mouth open)            - Have you ever cried because bliss overwhelmed you? (Only to realize you weren’t happy -only missing someone in a way that didn’t tie you up)      - Have you... Continue Reading →

I Wish Not

I do not wish to be Your best Nor Your worst To be the berry lipstick on your neck Or The spaces between coffee sips I do not wish to be Another pretty face to kiss The provider of your bliss Someone You may one day- Miss I do not wish to be The most... Continue Reading →

Passion of the Youth

Do the elderly remember The passion of their youth? Can they bring to mind The tug of adulthood, The yearning of a child? Can they even recall The stares? The outrage? We may seem free But do remember We are caged Pinned by the piercing , jealous stares of the middle-aged Being young An iron tongue A... Continue Reading →

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