identity poem


 i think in lyrics
    they fall from my lips like rain.
    i think in waves of light, color, love.
    i am what, who, where i am.
    i am a rainbow, spectrum of light.
    i bend, the lighter side of him.
    perhaps, but the darker your shadow
    the closer you get to the light.
    i am vibrant
    making my own light because i am farther.
    i wish i were darker so i could be close
    to the warmth.
    alas, i am but vibrancy.

& all my poetry is about you.

The Night the Stars Fell

TW: sexual assault, child abuse

We’re moving and it’s dark and warm
I feel safe, but only until we stop
the fear sets in and I
c
a
n
’t
scream because of the tape
and I can’t
r
u
n
because…

The trunk opens 
and light pours into my
safe darkness
and I’m not safe
or alone…
anymore.

I squint, blinded by the bright lights
and I can’t see his face, but I know
it’s a question they’ll ask later
at the hospital.

They’ll also ask what he did to me
where he touched me
if he hurt me
at least…
that’s what happens on TV.

On TV they always catch the bad guy.

His hands are on me and
I’m scared, I don’t want him to touch me
but everything is going so fast
his arms hold me as I struggle
and he tells me “it’ll be quick”
because he only “likes ‘em live the first time”
I feel sick.

He takes me in a house
it’s dirty and dust is everywhere
it smells like old books and rotting wood
there’s one mattress
and I know that’s where 
I
’m

g
o
i
n
g.

Still fast.  He throws me down, tells me
“struggle all you want, I’m stronger than you”
and I know it’s true because he’s on top of me
a bundle of free, flailing limbs and he pins me.

His teeth are yellow and his
breath smells like coffee and alcohol
he tells me “I like ’em young”
I don’t respond, still flailing.

He’s wearing glasses and his cheeks are red
and his eyes are black as coal, his nose has a wart
and he got Star too, but she didn’t make it because…
he likes younger girls better.

Star is a year older and
when he asked us our ages he seemed like
such a nice man.

He gave us balloons and told us we were
p  pp  p
r  rr  r
e  ee  e
t  tt  t
t  tt  t
y  yy  y
and every little girl wants to be pretty
just. like. mommy.

He made me watch when he touched her
up her skirt, over her legs
he told me not to look away
because it made him hot to know I was watching
I couldn’t stop crying when she screamed
he was hurting her by…

His lips are all over my body and it burns
the hatred in me and I…I can’t stop screaming
he’s touching me and using fingers and whispering
“You’re my good girl, you’re my good girl”
I’m sick.  I’m sick.

He wont stop touching me 
and he tells me “this’ll hurt a little”
and he tells me “I like it when you scream”
and he tells me “you’re so pretty”
and he tells me “a perfect little angel”
and he tells me “so innocent”
and I’m not anymore
I’m not and I…
I
I’m
not and….
I can’t stop screaming
because it hurts
and I’m not old enough
and

He tells me “I only like ’em live the first time”.

LISTEN!

Listen.  Listen.  Listen.
You never LISTEN
and I tell you things
I just want you to
hear.
Me.
SCREAMING.

Catch me when I fall from grace?
you’re never there to see my entrance
the dance of shadows on my chest
the rocks bleed me dry.

You’d kiss me if I weren’t
so.
Crazy.
You called me your little
“Bellatrix” and I 
I didn’t know
but I understand.

You’d love me if I wasn’t 
so far
gone
that you don’t know who 
I am.

listen.  Listen.  LISTEN.  LISTEN.  LISTEN
you.  never.  hear.  me.  
nevergetit.  never get it.

I. can’t.  anymore.

my 11 secrets

There are.  
Eleven things.  
I want to write.  
To 11 people.
  
You think you know me?

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You make me feel like crap.  You make me feel so horrible about where I am in life, I don’t even know how to love you anymore.  You tell me that without me the “house stays clean” and you call me “lazy” and you tell me that I’ll “never be anything”.  

She–your daughter–tells me that you just say that because you believe in me and you want you challenge me to be the best that I can be.  Is she serious?  I don’t think she is because all you ever say to me is negative.  

I don’t think you know how you make me feel when you say things like that.  Not to mention you’re always hostile and living with you makes me feel sick.  You make me feel disgusted with humanity.  I can’t even trust anyone else!  I can’t!  You’ve made everything in my life horrible and I can’t even…

hate you.

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You’re my world and I love what you’ve done to me.  Though, you tell me I’m a doormat, and maybe I am, but please…can’t you just trust and support me?  I love you so much I can’t even stand it.  I don’t regret anything I’ve done with you and if we don’t last, I doubt I ever will.  I don’t even think I can move on if you decided you didn’t want me anymore.

I’m in awe of you.  Don’t you know that, I’m in awe of you!  You make me feel more than anyone ever could.  

Sometimes, when you ask me if all I want you for is what you can do for me, it hurts.  I love you.  I’d be just as happy just being with you and never being allowed to ask you for something again as I am right now.  You’re so perfect for me, if I ever lost you I don’t think I’d be able to go on.

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There’s a lot of things we used to be and the fact that we aren’t anymore bugs me.  It’s hard to talk to you because I’m not social and neither are you.  You get depressed easily and it’s really hard for me to carry on a conversation.  Especially since I can only talk about things you’re interested in.  So, I’m really sorry, but that’s why we never talk.

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You don’t do anything and think you can treat us all like crap.  You use my friends and my boyfriend.  You’re so stupid you’ve tried to kill yourself repeatedly over the same dumb girl.  When are you going to get it?

I wish you’d stop hugging me.  I don’t even want to touch you anymore because I don’t like you.  I really don’t like you.  At all.  Neither do my friends.  They wish you’d stop asking them for money and rides.

But we’re all afraid of you.

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For the longest time I thought you didn’t like me.  But you’re one of the coolest–if I can say this–moms I know.  I’d love for you to be my mom, but I get the impression that you might have a bit of a temper.  Probably not as bad as my mother’s (who none of us can even stand to be around, no matter how much we love her), but I’m too meek to be yelled at anymore.  However, I love you nonetheless.  You tell the best stories and I wish I got to see you more.

{.006}

You.  Make.  Me.  Sick.  And you need to back off.  You need to just back the heck off.  Find your own.

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Don’t you know it’s rude to stare?  Close your mouth and look away before I get up and leave.  You’re being rude by looking at me all the time.  I don’t know why you’re even staring over here.  Seriously?  Just stop and go about your business.  I hope you leave soon, or I swear I’m going to call campus security on you.

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I don’t like you.  I’ve never liked you.  I use you for gossip because you’re the only person that talks to me about the things I want to hear.  Then you talk about me behind my back.

You told everyone I was bi.  You told everyone who I liked.

And it all backfired because I still get more than you.

So thanks.

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You’re a mess.  I wish you’d stop turning to drugs to get rid of it.  I knew this is what would happen.  So why don’t you just suck it up and live like the rest of us?  

Because.  You’re.  Weak.

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You’re so fake.  I wish everyone could see you the way I see you.

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We don’t have any of the same interests anymore.  I wish you’d acknowledge that and let me go.


these are my 11
secrets about eleven secret
people

I want to say good-bye.

& it kills me every time

So tired.  I can’t even function, think straight.  But…but…I’ll be up all night in tears again.  You don’t know what you do to me.

Nothing makes sense, nothing makes sense anymore.  It’s not right when you’re gone.  It just isn’t.  I stay up and I try not to call you.  I try to wait until you call me, but I’m so addicted to your voice that it’s so hard for me to even imagine being without it.

You.  You on the other hand.  You don’t feel anything do you?  You don’t understand why I’d need you so much.  Or how much it hurts to only be permitted to need you for one day a week.

It gets harder every time.  Especially when that phone rings and I know you have to disappear.  

It kills me.  It kills me when you hang up, sigh and stare at me with those big brown eyes.  And I know.  I just know where it’s going.

And you get up and you leave, tell me you have to and if it were my choice.  You can’t make promises anymore.  And I can’t take the broken hearts.  Littered with the knowledge of paper, the title of “pure” and the quantity of “six”.

You kill me.  And you don’t even know it.

icanfeelyou

I write about the sandman
and I tell you “It’s a true story”
the hole that “leads to neverland”
is really…
in my back yard
and is, the size of my fist
and it could
p
     u
          l
             l
you through it just as easily as it was dug.

I write about the deep blue ocean
and I tell you “It’s dark, crushing me”
the ocean is suffocating and
it’s where I 
re
si
de
when you’re not with me.

I write about my bruise kissed eyes
and I tell you “I can’t imagine sleeping”
not without you, your breath against my ear
and the smell of cinnamon and strawberries
I
tell 
you
“the white noise” is what helps me sleep
but really, it’s the certainty of knowing 
you can be so close that I can 
(almost) feel you.

I write about the dreams I have about you
and I tell you “I can feel you sometimes”
but I feel you every night, I can imagine your skin
your hair, fingertips, light touches as you trace my body
do 
you
even
know?
The question is simple, stupid even
I can 
f e e l you.

I write about you, mostly
and I tell you “I love you”
and sometimes you question the truthfulness 
and it hurts, but I question you too
in 
s  i  l  e  n  c  e
and I try hard not to make it known.

I write about how you break my heart
and I tell you nothing and let you believe in the hurt
but you could never break me

you.
       keep.
               me.
                    complete.
andicanfeelyou.

Demons

My demons
Are white hot
Chill me to the bone
Fear

Its paralyzing
I can feel it in my sleep
In my dreams

The fear chases away
The light, happiness
My heart is filled with black clouds
Of pain and constant
Constant
Constant
Fear

Some days I can’t function
Because I am so afraid
Of everything
Because my demons
Chase me
Until I can’t run
There’s nowhere to hide
The darkness is everywhere
Because my demons
Are determined

I lay my head down
And I try to hide
Wishing for the days when
I had nightmares about driverless cars
And no constant sense of
IMPENDING DOOM
And of my own mortality

I miss the nightmares
With the bathroom stalls
The light that chased the fear away
Now I can’t even sleep with the
Bathroom door open
Lest the monsters get out
Lest they bleed into reality
Lest they come out of my head
Free of my imagination

Because they are coming
I feel it in my fear
Because why
Why would so much fear be for
Nothing

Why would it take over
So completely
If there’s nothing
Nothing to be afraid of
Because my demons
Are real

the way i want this to be always

It’s been so long, I’d forgotten how good it felt to rest against you like this.  I know we’re both crying now, but I can’t help thinking how amazing it feels to have my face resting against your chest and your arm around me.  

I can’t explain it, but I want to be here with you…like this forever.  It’s comforting to feel this sensation of belonging.  Your hand brushes over my hair and down my back and I’ve never felt so much love for you.

The way things are right now, with you smiling down at me, kissing the top of my head and lacing your free hand with the one I placed on your chest…I wouldn’t trade this for the world.  I feel the sting of tears being brought forth and a smile coming to my lips.  

My thoughts immediately shift to a song from the opera we watched together and I feel the tears roll down from my eyes, down my cheeks and over my lips.  

I never knew I’d love you so much, but I do.

Hartford

She was
         born in hartford
         a crush among many
        slender waist graced by tight-fit jeans
         tan skin
         a vision to behold
         a 20.

She was
         born in a desert
         a one true love
         stretched-skin in skinny jeans
         pale snow white
         an emotional wreck
         a beautiful disaster
         an 80.

She was
         cold black eyes
         harsh pink lips
         long black hair
         confidence
         an infatuation.

She was
         sparkling brown eyes
        pouty pale lips
         short brown hair
         electricity
         Love

He was
         a tale of two roads
         a choice to make
         a struggle

She is
        an undecided everything
        her bitter enemy
        His