Some days you exist like the last speaker of an extinct language. These are the silences that litter the heart

suddenly there's September. hopefully it brings things that August couldn't.
though I can't help but wonder
as I watch the leaves descend,
if I could shed and fall to pieces as well
and show up brand-new
and beautiful
next spring

I feel like trying again

i need new plants

me every five minutes:

you convinced yourself that this
was necessary, this darkness.
that it was the only way to survive
to grow stronger than
those who hurt you.
it consumed your mind,
your heart, your soul.
you let that power in, let it
run in your every vein,
let it make your eyes
black as the night.

In the end, if I fall or if I get it all
I just hope that it's worth it

And if you leave me, then I'll be afraid of everything

It was a long time ago. It doesn't matter anymore.
And yet I cannot let it go. I cannot let it go.

if life is a never ending loop of dirty dishes and laundry then that means life is a never ending loop of home cooked meals and comfy clean clothes

need a polite way to say "im not engaging in a discussion on this topic with you because the conclusions you have reached are based on so many interwoven layers of misconceptions it would be easier to just like, hard reset your whole brain, just start over as a baby and try again"

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. what do you call it, freedom or loneliness?

i regret opening up to some ppl;
they didn't deserve to know me like that