to a hound that
escaped its leash.
Visitors come into my house and they
They leave their woes on my couch
because they know I’ll catch them and
they leave their joys at home because
they think I don’t need them.
When I’m left alone,
I have to clean everyone else’s mess
pay attention to me, please
that scares me.
is all I deserve?
I want to be
for you this year,
but you aren’t
can only be filled
I DYED MY HAIR PANIC
I’m most comfortable in
someone else’s skin;
elastic enough to hold
everything I want to be.
No matter how hard I try,
the past seeps into my present.
I can’t shake it.
Fiction distracts me briefly,
I’m not even present
I didn’t notice when you wore a new shirt, but I noticed you smelled different.
I didn’t notice the bruise on your knuckles, but I noticed how you didn’t grip my hand quite so tight.
I didn’t notice you leave, but I felt empty when I woke up.
My eyes fool me,
but I know.
I know you better than I know me.
I know when you’re angry you
drive until you have just enough gas to get home and
I know when you’re sad you
act like you aren’t until you get angry for not handling it.
I know when you’re happy you
First drop, y’all.
He worried their whole life would revolve around
half-hearted phone calls and constant
longing for friction and sparks.
She feared that same worry would apply to
the rest of her life;
she would never see the sparks she could
ignite or know how big those flames would