Last year I wrote:

"The best way to leave something is wanting it too much."

Does that even make sense?

hitting the same note over & over again,

& again,

again & again.

such a brutal song, sung with

broken teeth in your throat;

the lack of pain makes you cry.

I didn't think I would make it. But I did.

.I no longer answer my phone when my friends call. I know now that I am hiding from them, and thus some obscure part of myself, but I am not yet sure why. On some level, I know they’re worried and frustrated with the distance I’ve created, but I can’t bring myself to empathize. A part of me wonders why they haven’t given up trying to reach me ( Read more... )

"This is the last time," I told mother. "This is the last attempt I make to become the person I'm supposed to be. If I fail this transformation again, I will officially give up."

I am still a very angry little girl.

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I need a book, and I need a song.

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I haven’t written a poem in a very long time. I couldn’t keep my thoughts from collapsing in my head, so I became accustomed to just letting them fall. Lately they’ve been standing a bit firmer before they crumble, and when they do spill, it’s into larger pieces that I can return to and identify. So, I’ve been excited ( Read more... )