you’re the wish

I make at 11:11

the one commonality

in all of my sweet dreams

my lucky numbers are

your birthday

and how many letters

are in your name

if I ever find a four-leaf clover

I hope I’m lucky enough to be yours

if I ever find a genie in a lamp

your wish is to be my command

I want you to be happy

and to be happy with you

you’re all I can think of

the light in every day

I can’t wait ...

At this point I need to be more wise
I've seen enough to know what's a lie 
I can't expect for things to get better 
That would only keep me stuck forever 
The truth is that you're just in my way
A life without you is full of better days
Anything is better than sticking around
A wonderful world is waiting to be found...

_(This is based off of the adult swim/[AS] videos that were popular a while back ago. I don’t relate to this but if you do I’m so sorry and I’m here to listen if you want to talk. Hope you have a great day and happy pride! Sry this isn’t a poem!)_

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***TW: Unsupportive parents***

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“Mom, Dad,” Quinn began. “I have something to tell you.”

“Yes? Go on,” their father, Oliver, stated.

“I’m...

The only thing hurting my heart right now

Is you and your reptilian breath

Pressing down on me like water pressure

Too heavy to push away

Too sharp to breath through

My chest heaves

My lungs scream

Everything you’ve ever said is leaning down on me

My ribs will explode

My heart will implode

Because I can’t get you off my chest

Because you’re heavier than the rest

Because if I ever let this pain g...

Why do I write.

Why do I use trauma in the the things I write.

Do I enjoy it?

No, never.

So why do I write?

Is it an outlet?

A form of entertainment?

A way to keep me sane in the walls that hold me?

It may be.

I’ll never know.

But trauma helps the reader connect.

But does it, would it?

These things that run through my brain.

Am I good at this?

Am I even worth it?

Yes, no....

Why am I the way I am?

Why do I hold you so close

But hang you so far away

Keep you an inch off the post

I want to be more than friends

But I don’t want to have you yet

I want you to find someone to love

But I smile when love isn’t met

I’m not who you deserve right now

I guess I wanted some more time

But I know you yearn for a hand

But I pray it out of your life

I don’t know why I’m this way

I...

1.First time I rolled the dice, I crapped out

2. Then I tried roulette

I bet on red

black came out!

3.Marriage is like a casino.

You’re up one minute

then you’re down the next

But at the end of it all

When your chips are low

REMEMBER!

The house always wins!...

Who is this person am I looking at?

Is this my sibling or a stranger that I’m truly looking at?

The furrowed eyebrows

Being inconsiderate of others

Yelling at people including your own family just to prove a point to yourself that we’re the problem

When it’s never about you taking accountability for your actions and projecting your own insecurities onto people just to have a weak mentalit...

I use to rant,

each day so true.

Shouting to the world,

what I knew.

I was ignored,

my pain dismissed.

The hope of others caring

was amiss.

I quieted my voice,

became so fake.

A shell of the girl,

you chose to awake.

I continued to see,

each day the pain

of other girls- that felt the same.

My story - so common it was sick.

All of us,

our hearts grown thick.

Lips drawn tight-

no gasp could slip.

No...

I heard “I Remember” play

on the radio today

of all the fucking possible days

Tomorrow was the day I knew

that I had heard the last of you

Add 9 years to that tally, too,

when you turned Left on Read

when you left me for dead

and I later heard about what you said

when you called me “low hanging fruit”.

I heard “I Remember” today and I do

remember the one who ran me through.

Why am I “Low-Han...