Make Believe

If I could make myself believe
that we will talk again,
then the days would be easier,
and I wouldn’t cry so much.

If I could make myself believe
that you still think of me,
then I could get off these pills
and live my life again.

But I’m all grown up.
I’m no longer a kid.
And I just don’t play
make believe anymore.

9:45 am

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I’m Not Your Whore

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“I’ll treat you like a queen.”
“I’ll kiss your lovely hand.”
“I’ll be forever yours.”
Each line was a scam.

You treat me like a whore.
Two paychecks for an hour
to fulfill your fantasies
and turn my stomach sour.

Because i turn you down,
you say you’re calling CPS.
You say your home is better,
but I know mine is best.

You drunk text me
to tell me I’m a slob,
that your work is important,
that I don’t have a job.

And then your sober self
says you want to hold my hand,
but all I can think is how
I want to have you banned.

The courts can kick you out
of my life and theirs.
Not that it matters.
Not even like he cares.

It’s me he wants to damage.
Me he wants to control.
He wants my body and mind.
He even wants my soul.

But he’ll have none of it.
He’ll have none of me.
I’m stronger than that,
and I’m finally free. 

I quit being Mrs.
I’ll forever be Ms.
I am a queen,
but I am not his.

9:25 pm

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Seasonal Affective Disorder

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Five church bells
ring through the brisk air,
and the sun begins
its early descent.

it’s still autumn,
but the snow on the ground
implies otherwise.

It is the season
of depression and doom,
where nothing gets done
and I just don’t care.

SADness weeps
with the early dusk,
and I struggle to get through
another workday,
another dinner time,
another anything.

I tried to prepare
for the coming weakness
with brand-new pills
of happiness and energy.

But they only wore me down
like a big shaggy dog
that doesn’t want to be walked.

And so I prepare myself
for a deep winter slump
covered over by snow
and cold
and sadness.

5:00 pm

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It’s 10:00 at night,
And too cloudy 
to see the stars.

I’m just waiting,
All alone and waiting.
My dreams wait, too.

The darkness 
surrounds me.
The night is silent.

I am silent, too.


10:18 PM

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I still talk to you.

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I still talk to you
in my head.
It doesn’t make it better.

The pain is still 
so fresh.
It doesn’t help to write.

I never thought
you’d hurt me.
It doesn’t matter now.

I am so very close
to talking to my ex
simply to have someone
who listens.

I am so very close
to spilling more tears
simply to let sadness
find escape.

Do you hear
my sobs of grief
when she yells at you
all day?

Do you hear 
my silent prayers
when you lie awake
at night?

9:45 pm

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You Said No

It’s always times like these
When I think of you
And wonder if you ever think of me.
‘Cause everything’s so wrong, and I don’t belong
Living in your precious memory.

‘Cause I need you.
And I miss you.

A Thousand Miles, Vanessa Carlton

You Said No

So much has changed,
and i just wanna tell you,
just wanna talk again.
             But you said no.

And i wonder about you
and if you’re hurting
and if you’re lonely.
              But you said no.

I was there for you.
You pushed me away.
I don’t belong here
all alone.
I don’t belong here
in your memory.

Do you think of me, too,
on days that are blue?
Do you think of me even
when the sun shines?
Do you think of me at all?
              Even though you said no?

3:25 pm

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Who was I to you?

“I didn’t mean to waste your time, so I’ll fall back in line.”

Turpentine, Brandi Carlile
Photo by Nika Akin

Years of friendship are gone.
Just sweet memories
collecting dust and cobwebs.
Who was I to you?

I didn’t mean to bother you.
I didn’t mean to grow fond of you.
I didn’t mean to break your shell
and learn too much of you.

Who was I to you?
Was I really your best friend?
Was I really important to you?
So important you drew a line?

I couldn’t have been anything
for you to erase me from your life
after years of daily talks
about the beach, then the weather.

But now the forgetting begins.
Where you fall out of my life.
And I fall out of yours.
And I’ll never need to ask again
“Who was I to you?”

9:30 am

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I wrote something today.


I wrote something today
that in the past
(just a week or so ago)
I’d share with you.

What do you think
of my feelings laid down
in black and white,
in rhyme and meter?

If only someone
(that only one)
who understood me
could tell me
what he thought.

But you left me alone.

Now no one hears my words,
and no one gets me


Fuck you for being so selfish.



10:53 PM

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I’m at that point…

Canva---Foot-Prints-in-GrayI’m at that point
where i want you
to feel as bad
as i do.

I want you
to miss my words
to miss our talks
to miss the beach
as i do.

I want you
to feel empty
to feel alone
to feel the tears
as i do.

I’m at that point
where i think i know
what i avoided
all these years.

I’m at that point
where i feel bad
just because
I want you.


6:56 pm

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Your Jail


What do i want
to say to you?
Anything at all?
Or maybe i should
just be silent,
like you are
to me.

You don’t deserve
to hear from me.
You don’t deserve
to read my words
and know
my thoughts.

I can’t believe
you are so scared
of not being
what they expect,
that you can’t
stand up and
just be you.

I am the only one
who accepts you —
as you.

But why do i write
as if you read
these words
I’ve written here?

Instead you sit
and do your work.
Not looking left.
Not looking right.

What a sad jail
and lonely existence
that you’ve agreed upon.

I’m sorry, my friend.


9:00 PM

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