I think it’s funny how it’s always my life, my responsibility and my body Until there’s a fetus involved then it’s up to everybody
“She should keep it”
“she’s too young, she’s too scared”
“that whore got what she deserved”
“look at for the prego over there”
They cast judgement faster their Instagram likes
Give hatred a winky faced smile than walk on right by
Glorify the body positively of a posted half naked in the right light
But throw shade on me when I am sitting here fighting for a life
I’m drowning in silence, as the two stripes appear
How am I gonna tell my father
Will it’s father even be around here
I’m screaming through my silence,
then my voice cracked and shakes off the fear the option to get rid of it seems the only thing that is clear
That is until I felt
The very next day; I threw up in the bathroom then turned and walked away
Is this my baby and my child or the worst mistake of my life,
Where’s a god when you need him,
I need to take control of this fight
Days turn to a week and my visions getting blurry
My belly starts to stretch, and needs to make this discussion in a hurry
I walk into that clinic,
confusing my tears for rain,
hold firmly to the table and for once in my life pray
Walking out of the clinic was even harder than walking in
I refuse to look in mirror
God where do I begin
All I wanted was some refuge
A helping hand at most
But what I got was hatred and silence,
so much judgement it slit throats
A beautiful baby girl laid down her own life,
I cut my own wrist because I was the little girl that died,
Society gave me no choice
But instead gave me a double edge blade
Told me to grab on tight,
Told me they would support me, do what’s best for my life
Then gasp in surprise as I was bleeding out
Tell me doll is this what pro-choice and pro-life was supposed to be all about.
A letter to my lonely lover,
this is not a love letter you will grin at as you read it like a poem each night…
No this is a letter of precaution,
Because I can only lay my head on the collarbone of your broken heart,
Attempt to hear the melody behind mismatched breathing.
I can not hear the way your breaths playing against your ribs like wind-chimes echoing the emptiness that is inside you,
No I can not hear that.
I can not feel the clattering of bones beneath me shaking at their own loneliness.
Nor understand that the reason you twitch right before you fall asleep is because your body needs to remind you that you are more than a skeleton waiting to rot.
Laying here I don’t see any of that…
I understand what it feels like to have every ounce of your soul ache for intimacy,
But can not seem to grasp it or find it in this world.
Because we locked our hearts away in our rib cage,
and then threw away the key….
It’s not like we don’t know where the key is,
We memorized the seconds between bounces and exactly where it landed.
But out of sight equals out of mind,
And I can finally pretend that my heart isn’t resting on the bottom of my stomach,
crying out to be fixed like a broken birds wing.
I will not feel that,
and neither will you…
So we try to find comfort in moments that will only land milliseconds in our brains,
And sleep in god knows how many other people’s beds because we have forgotten why it felt right to sleep alone…
But it’s not that we don’t feel it,
But we pretend that we don’t feel it,
We want to feel like we are a whole person laying beside yet another one night stand,
and that is it!
But when we wake up in the morning,
your face won’t give me comfort,
and I will look in the mirror to see exactly who I was yesterday staring back at me,
I want to punch the glass so that I bleed,
because bleeding makes sense,
that is what happens when you are hurt,
you bleed and you scar…
But not when it’s your heart.
Instead my eyes they bleed tears…and tears dry,
And it’s hard to explain why your hurting when what your body is bleeding in misery is only visible to you…
So I will crawl back in bed with you,
I will kiss you on the lips,
Say I had a good time,
Rest my head again on your chest pretending that the heartbeat I hear is simply that…
Just a heart beat…
Because if I read too much into it then I know I will do something stupid,
like kiss you again, but this time it will be different because it will mean something,
because for that millisecond my heart will drop a feather outside my ribcage reminding me that I can still feel.
But I don’t want that.
I would rather live in the graveyard of my hollow chest,
then give you the power to send my heart back to hell!
That’s the scary thing about laying next to a broken lover…
They make you realize how broken YOU truly are…
Daddy doesn’t like the piercings,
Says I am telling young men that I will do things,
That I am making an image I don’t understand of myself,
He doesn’t like the tattoos,
Says I will regret the ink,
That I am ruining my beauty…
Daddy you don’t understand,
The innocent beauty you are holding on to was taken from me at thirteen,
The metal doesn’t take away my ability to consent,
and by you stating that I am making an image of myself you made and excuse for the man you claimed you would kill when I told you what he did to me,
Daddy you hate the idea of someone’s hands touching me,
but you never asked what I wanted.
Daddy you don’t see that I use the ink and needles to replace the blade of a knife,
that I would rather make something beautiful out of the pain.
And daddy I thought you would be proud of me
because it is easier to explain a tattooed and pierced daughter
than one with scares and blood running down her arms.
Daddy why can’t you see past the ink and the metal,
Daddy let go of the little girl you think I am,
because I haven’t been a little girl for a long time,
Daddy why can’t you see that this is something much bigger than you will ever understand,
Daddy why can’t you accept ink stains on porcelain skin over blood stains on a broken heart?
She took the weight of the world on her shoulders,
Not just her world,
But their’s too,
And when she faulted and fell,
They did not help her,
But rather watched as she drown in their misery.
Four simple letters,
One rhythmic word.
I yearn for it’s overwhelming weakness.
Desire so much to have it.
But I am tired,
Tired of the people who say they will never hurt me being the ones who only want to be my friends,
And the ones who are willing to hurt me be the ones who invite my heart to fall in love with them.
I know now that I deserve better,
But I guess this is life’s way of showing me the love I deserve.
When you get high,
Do you miss me?
Is my presence your personal poison,
Your shot of whiskey?
But when you are alone,
And you sip upon my existence,
Does my love taste bitter or sweet?
Was I out your medicine,
Your shot that would help you escape the world?
Darling, I can be that wonder,
Or I can drag you to hell.
It’s up to you darling,
Will you drink me responsibly?
The thing I noticed that I missed today
Was being able to walk on a room
See you smiling
And genuinely smile back
As I am standing with tears streaming down my face
You scream at me and ask what I wrong
And when I can’t find the words you scream louder
But here is the truth
90% of the time I feel lonely and scare
The other 10% I feel ok and strong
But everyone sees it the other way
Because I learned to stand on shaking legs
To glare at the world through tears
But that isn’t me
It never was
And as you scream louder the real me is dying to find the words
But when you don’t even understand how you are hanging on to life
How am I supposed to tell you what it feel like
To describe a perminantly broken heart
To feel innocence ripping from you
When darkness is your friend
And I sleep for half the day
Because when I sleep I don’t feel
And that is all I really want right now
To not feel…
I have given up on attempting to understanding,
Trying to fathom
How any of this is a question to you