my poem:

My texts don’t turn blue

And my phone call won’t go through

Did I do something wrong?

Did you change your mind?

Turns out you gotta live straight like the rest of the world

I’m Your Mistake

Your Dream Girl

But only for a Weekend

You’ll text me after 2am

When your friends are dead

When your dad won’t question you

I’m used to your game

Lovebomb and dip

You’re in charge

And I’m just floating along

I fold for your touch

The Weakest Sinner

I’m soft even when my skin is not

I like your name

It rhymes with sunny

Which is the opposite of me

Moody and edgy

For the sake of being exciting

Encourage me to stay pretty

Spoil me with attention

I’ll always be front row

Waiting for the show

I’m buying tickets

But they’re all no-shows

I’m trying but only because

I got nothing else to do

This town’s small

I picked a role

To help me get to sleep at night

What do you like about me?

Does it go any further

Than surface and body

Words penetrate

But whispers and whimpers imprint

Your scent in my hair

Pleasurable Sensations

I’ll be falling into myself next to you

Alone together

Comfortable around eachother

Talk me back to bed

I’m excited masked as anxious

This is new

But God, I wish I wasn’t lying to you

About it all

About my name and who I am

I’m not who I wanna be

Just Yet

My body is small and I’m frail

I do it on purpose

To feel pretty and needy

Let the big boys do the man handling

I’m not smart but I’m not dumb

Can one be addicted to depression?

What if it’s not my fault and what if I’ve been stabbing my own foot this whole time?

I’m sorry for thinking out loud

I can get annoying sometimes

No one’s ever listening

An Outdated iPhone

I need a new mind too

For a Shy Girl, I sure do a lot of talking

Don’t I… #shygirl