Fantasies

sometimes i still leave my window open at night in the hopes that peter pan will come through and tell me about all his adventures in neverland, to help me sleep, and boast his narcissism, and i wonder if, maybe, he’ll even fall in love with me– but before too long i realize how impractical … More Fantasies

Eventually

maybe one day you’ll stop getting drunkĀ  over things that don’t matter and you’ll give up on staying high to distract you from the things that do– but you’ll probably be grown by then and it’ll be much too late for any of it to make a difference anymore.

Radical

simply existing can feel so empty sometimes that i go stir crazy, waking in the middle of the night staring out my window and contemplating how people come to love themselves and how long it would take to run all the way to the city   i guess i got tired of feeling the chaos … More Radical

Children

Nothing is the same anymore People grow, children change We’re so much older, with new dreams New clothes, new memories, new pain   We used to be just kids Planning for a future that seemed so far But now all we do is stay out too late To distract us from who we think we … More Children

Smile

There are precious things in the world still. Even when I am experiencing the feeling of falling apart. When I am detached from everyone and everything. When the stress and fear is too much and I want to sleep my life away. There are unicorn frappuchinos from Starbucks. There are kisses on the head. There … More Smile

Scarred

How has this happened? To my friends, the people I’ve grown up with, the different pieces of my heart. We’ve gone from bubble gum days to brokenhearted nights, in the span of a single season. We get the mean reds that show themselves on pale wrists, and we forget what it means to love and … More Scarred

Worn

There I go, in my mind’s eye. The girl with the scuffed shoes and infectious laugh and a million friends. The one who loved Taylor Swift and writing letters and taking pictures of her feet. I hated her. I thought she was immature, naive. And maybe she was. But she also knew where she belonged, … More Worn