I needed someone to tell me
I was beautiful
I was smart
You never thought to tell me
You let me fall
Believing the words of an earlier fiend
When I should have been believing you.
'We Need A New Coffin'She woke up the same every evening; cramped and irritable.
"For Drac's sake!"
The bottom half of her body seemed missing, for his right leg had been thrown over her hip during the day, and all sensation had vanished. To make matters worse, his arm had captured her movement, dragging her into the hardness of his chest. She was never the best first thing in the evening - she wouldn't be at her best until she'd found a warm neck to munch on - but this was too much.
Trying to pull away, she was faced with a new problem. His limbs were a dead weight.
Unfortunately for her, Demetrius was far worse in the evening. Not because he was known to snap a few bones for a temper, like her, but simply because he refused to acknowledge it was time to awaken. He was startlingly good at refusal.
She finally got away, jostling him with her shoulder and disentangling their bodies.
It was a triumphant moment.
It was a triumphant moment until she rolled over onto a splinter, poking up through the thin
We won't speak of the ghost in the room.I'm in love with the ghost
That sits here in this room;
Do not hear the words he speaks -
Lose the image I and I alone now see -
Neither sightless or soundless I know him
The words he speaks or doesn't
I love him
This ghost in the room
The Better Half of a RainbowLight flickers bright.
I watch it dance over
The planes of your face
Ghostly pale on the depths of your room
I want to hold you
For a while or maybe two
Press my face into your shoulder
Muss your hair
Just like that
Until your lips curve up
The better half of a rainbow
PhotographEven when I try to think of nothing
I think of you instead
I guess there must be a photo of you
Printed on the inside of my head.
Crazy FoolTo my dearly beloved soul mate,
Where ever you may be,
Please promise that you are
At least as mad as me.
And if you are a fool,
I guess that's alright too
Just love me foolishly forever
And I'll be madly in love with you.
one hundred wordsSometime I don’t know who she is. She seems like a fairy, like one gasp of the wind will take her away from me. I watch her, and the look on her face is one of a great distance, her mind somewhere I can’t even reach, even as I hold her in my arms.
I am afraid. I don’t want any space between us, no matter how small or insurmountable.
I love you.
She tilts her head up to look at my face. When our eyes meet, she smiles. My smile. “I love you too,” she says. “I am yours.”
MonstersI’m hiding under the bed, but
Don’t say anything, please.
The blanket is like a curtain,
Like on that stage we went to see.
With the dancers,
Your mummy took us and we stood outside in the cold for hours.
Or maybe it wasn’t hours.
Why am I under the bed?
I wanted to know if monsters were under there.
You told me they did, though it might have been Lolly
Or Becky, or Jay.
Anyway, there aren’t.
I searched from corner to corner and bumped my head on the top because I tried to stand up,
But I couldn’t, because of the bed.
Don’t tell anyone
I think the real monsters live above me see,
I can hear them screaming at each other.
Sometimes I think I hear mommy, but it can’t because mummy promised
I could have a chocolate before dinner for being good and
Because of the monsters.
If mummy was there then she would stop the monsters
And then I could have my chocolate for being a good girl
Like mummy said.
Feel like shit? Read this. Hey you.
Yeah you, reading this right now at this very moment.
You are awesome. No, really, you are.
You may not believe me, but it's true. You don't see it because you're upset right now.
Whatever you're going through right now, whatever has upset you or turned your life upside down, just know that it won't last forever. Nothing good lasts forever, that's true, but nothing bad lasts forever too.
Eventually whatever you're going through will pass, you'll move on through healing over time, and you'll be able to be happy again someday, don't worry. As long as you don't give up. You may never completely get over it, or it may take years or more to move on from, but I can promise as time goes on the pain will become less and less.
It may feel like no one gives a fuck about you, and you may want to give up on living, but please don't. I can promise atleast one person out there gives a fuck. And if no one does, then I do.
If you have no friends, I ca
Coffeeguts pile over white
sheets and blankets.
i spilled them to you
and you still said
i looked lovely
a black sticky stain.
how many chemicals
can your stomach handle
before you have to drown me?
how much bitterness
can you swallow?
you are my
cream and sugar, darling.
and it tears me in half
when you split your skin.
if you aren't careful
i might not be able to
sip you up again.
i am a powdery shadow
cold autumn breezes
and breathless clouds
but if i could keep you
breathing, my world might be
a little more alive
Dear Homophobic PeopleDear Homophobic People,
My name is Mia, I am a proud member/supporter of the LGBTQ+ Community, so I write you this letter.
Let's break down Homophobia shall we?
Phobia means Fear,
Why do I target this, you may ask?
Well, are you afraid of us?
The answer is 'Yes, you are'
Want to know why?
Because you are too, stupid and idiotic to understand love.
And because you are stupid and idiotic you do not understand and by not understanding means you are afraid of something new.
This being a guy holding a guys hand or a girl with a girl.
So I ask you this;
Would you rather see two men holding guns? or holding hands?
so please, "Leave off"
From your fellow Bisexual
There is a weight
You asked me to hold.
(Just for a while,
Just for a while.)
My tendons strain and snap,
I lack your Atlas strength.
The crushing force of gravity
Makes me weak, makes me sore.
Take it back, take it back,
But you’ve gone away.
I’m sinking down, I’m sinking down.
The water rises to my throat.
Pushing down, rising up
Drowning and drowning and drowning.
Take it back, please take it back,
Where have you gone?
I’m pinned beneath this weight,
With water to my nose.
My lungs fill up with salt,
Choking and screaming and breathing
Only freezing thickness of water.
Where is that mild friend oxygen?
Where has he gone?
My stinging eyes are blind here.
I cannot to escape, unwilling
To shed this leaden snare
Wherein I dwell confined.
I grip it tightly.
Surely I will die,
Sweet air has left my blood
I lay back and let black water take me,
Frozen fingers loosen on Your weight.
And all at once
it falls away
I watch i
And I'm terrified to say them most of all.
I'd be admitting it
And then there would be no stopping.
Let me live in the land of denial
With lies on every corner.
Those who matter to me come first
And my honesty would only hurt them
Or would they be relieved I can admit it?
I dare not whisper the words
In fear of someone hearing.
But I long to scream them
To set myself free.
But I want more than anything
For you to be happy
So darling, can you smile for me?
I'd love to see that pretty grin of yours.
Will I tell you the words?
Only when you're okay again
Because precious, you matter more than I.
GayI am gay.
I'm not a disease, I'm not a problem
I'm not an affliction
I don't need treatment.
I don't need help
I'm not sick
I'm not confused
I'm not a sin.
I am gay.
I'm your daughter
Your co worker
A complete stranger
I am gay.
I need love, just like you
I need smiles
I need support
I need a hug
I need a friend
I need a family
I need acceptance
I need understanding
I need you
I am gay.
I know what love is
I know what pain is
I know what hate is
I know what life is
I am gay.
And I need you to love me
The same way you loved me before you knew
I am gay.
And I have experienced hate
From more people than just you
I am gay.
And I wont change.
I wont give up.
I wont back down.
I wont pretend.
I wont lie.
I wont deny.
I wont hide.
I wont hurt.
I am gay.
And that's okay.
what to say when you can't say i love you anymoreyour eyes were always soft, even when
your voice went hard. for a while,
i treated you like a god and i’m
not saying that i worshipped you,
but i let you hold my hands
and i told you all the sins i carried
in their grooves.
i have since been told that they were never
your burden to bear,
but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you
every time i catch myself thinking
about how it would feel to kiss the girl
two doors down. it’s been a while
since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure
i remember how. the thing is,
i don’t feel that guilty anymore.
the thing is, holding hands is only
ten fingers away from letting go
and we got so good at toeing the line of the cliff
that when you finally jumped, i forgot
i was supposed to follow.
i swear i thought i could keep you floating.
i swear i didn’t mean to let the water
into your mouth. sometimes i wish
i could kiss you dry again but i know
that’s not how this thing works, that’s
not the way
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
for speaking at all.
All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
her beautiful words
and telling her to
keep it down,
People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.