Knock knock,

“Who’s there?”

A list of names

Of those who care.

Your can of worms

Feel empty and dark

But people are waiting for

Your invite to your heart.

“Let us in, Let us in!”

“Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin”

So you huff and you puff

And blow the whole world out!

Anything to prove there’s

No rain in this drought.

Ears perched like a wallflower;

The world isn’t as dark as it seems.

Th...

You may underestimate my knowledge,

My case is closed.

You merely tolerate my existence,

I’m your aging mold.

Your bubble of breath- readily available oxygen;

I combust from exposure.

You walk with eyes closed and a thick skull,

My lips sewn in closure.

You’ve unraveled my stitches, destruction is

Your type.

I will disappear, as you wish, without sparing you a

Goodbye....

What are butterflies

If not anxiety?

Missing you is equivalent

To five years of sobriety.

You brushed your beard

In gentle strokes,

It was never my hair-

A girl only hoped.

We were fire and ice

Blended to our demise.

A hurricane of measure

When our fingers entwined.

You filled my glass to emptiness;

I only wanted more,

Because the contents you poured

Left me sour and sore.

I hope you’re well

I...

Oh, Winter, how you left me in my blues.

You would think it was June the way you gloom.

Withered flowers now prepare for their bloom,

And I await for slight warmth coming soon.

Oh, Spring, the defrosting you know so well,

Has come to save me from this freezing hell.

Apricity came to melt off my shell,

Readying a blush for my smile to dwell....

Daring truths,

And crystal lies;

We’re planting roots

That reach the skies.

Quiet storms,

Nothing to fear;

What we mourn,

No one hears.

Clothing shredded

On the battlefield-

What we mended

Is now our shield.

We get battle-scars

For the sake of glory;

Scars on hearts

Make up our story.

We want results

Without the pain;

We act like adults

For the sake of gain.

We think squeaky clean

Is the drea...

Schrödinger’s Cat,

Is it alive or dead?

My new self,

Is she blue or red?

Blue in melancholia,

Red in passion,

But the gray area

Is purple in ration.

I work in loops of

Unsatisfactory growth,

Praising myself along the

Path to my undying oath.

I work to be better,

Be different in every sense.

What will become of the girl

Who couldn’t jump the fence?

She’s still attached

By a string of silk

To cu...

Ingrained in me

What I’m learning to unlearn,

The habits of you

Which make my stomach churn.

The seeds you planted

Sprouted the roots of your nurture,

And the fruits that have grown

Will rot in the near future.

I’ve had to pull my roots

Starting from the ground-up,

Just to replace the emptiness

With seeds I’ve grown in a cup.

I water my new sprouts

As you’ve shaded my sunlight.

I mend for my wi...

Trigger warning: eating disorder

Beyoncé is usually right about everything, but, in my life, one thing stands out the most true- Pretty hurts.

No one talks about how severely competitive the ballerina world is. You have to keep your body in shape, and your look matters.

Even in my youth, I had to prioritize my skin and diet above all else. A porcelain look and nonexistent waistline was the norm...

Some of the most

Beautiful art

Comes from the most

Broken people

I want to make beautiful art

But not at the expense of

Being torn to shreds;

I’d prefer it as a consequence

Of something I’ve overcome instead.

Somewhere to organize my emotions-

to express and contain them;

I’ll place them in a combination safe

If not displayed as gems.

I write something exceptionally dark

And can’t believe wh...

The honeymoon phase

Is bees flying over the moon

To reach the flowers,

Filled with sweet nectar for them.

This bond is what feels so right....