I am a broken guitar string,
snapping and singing
like a dying animal out front of
the restaurant because this
is our third fight this week
and I’m tired.
Tell me to shut up so I can
Tell me I’m embarrassing you
so I can start dancing while the other couples watch.
See, when I said I loved you,
I meant all of you. Every blessed inch.
When I said I loved you, I meant
even when you were unraveling.
Now, when I am ugly with anger, righteous with spite,
you don’t like how it looks on me,
so I stay that way;
a statue of graceless rage that
you thought you could love because
you never saw what it looked like
when it was staring at you.
There is a kingdom in me,
and sometimes it is burning.
Sometimes, I let it.
I promise never to hide this from you.
That is my vow.
I promise to be an open mouth.
I promise to stay fractured.
I promise to be imperfect.
I promise to be the bravest
broken window you’ve ever seen.
Thank you for being the reason I haven't killed myself yet. It's been bad but then I read your blog and see your face and feel better. I love your poetry. Do you have any other works about bravery/strength/etc? Again, thank you, even if you don't care you're saving me; you're saving me. I want to hug you.
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me: *attempts to take shower*
me: *sees large cockroach on shower curtain*
me: *returns to browsing the internet*
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The next time someone tries to tell you that you should be flattered by catcalls just turn it around by reminding then about how they feel about gay guys checking them out in the locker room
Was it hard?” I ask.
Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.