December 7th, 2020
I measure my life
Through other’s lenses
But I don’t have
The same prescription
2020
Trash
December 2nd, 2020
Mascara settles around my eyes
Into crevices like dust
Excuses litter around me
The trash you never picked up
Yet I’m swept under a rug
And the thread’s coming undone
Only so much left to lose
Before I must succumb
Period.
November 16th, 2020
I can’t help it sometimes,
I just get so sad,
I hyper-focus on things,
I convince myself you’re mad.