poem

i hate you and you make me sick now but i loved you and you made me feel good you disgust me and you make me feel small now but i loved you and you made me feel larger than life i loathe you and your face makes me cry now but i loved you…

Being a survivor is… crazy. I am realizing how complex we really are. I am realizing that we can exist in two states of being at once. I am realizing we can be okay, functioning even, and we can be not okay, struggling often. Being a survivor is crazy. My therapist says, “you can be…

I have swallowed chaos for sixteen years, and I have desperately searched for a cure. I have swum in the depths of the sea, within the walls of the ocean’s caves. I have travailed a thousand miles, through valleys and pastures. I have been scorched by the tormenting heat of the beaming sun in the…

i hate that my boundaries of beauty and femininity and self-perception somehow always ends up centering men as if i can’t even claim one thing untouched i wish i didn’t view myself through their eyes their shallow, narrow gaze like a grasp that won’t let go no matter how many times i ask [redacted] i…

My life forever changed In one night Flashing red light No wasn’t no I was all alone I was engraved My life was forever changed I missed core memories Just because all I could do was freeze Why did I deserve this? I asked a million times I was in silence With my quiet cries…