January 10th, 2023
I’m still trying to process how I didn’t foresee us ending
When there were so many signs that this was never fate
After three months you weren’t sure how to spell my name
And the new guy I’m seeing knew on our first date
February 1st, 2022
I am more broken
Than the eggshells on the floor
I tiptoe quietly
Because this became a war
No sudden movements
No need to sound the alarm
But you pierce me with your words
Like they’re shot from firearms
These eggshells are sharp
On my feet that are bare
And for years I waited on a sign
That you wanted to be there
I made wishes on eyelashes
And every underpass
I walked through hell for you
But I won’t walk on shattered glass
October 30th, 2010
We’re too far in
What do I do
I thought that by now
I’d be over you
We deny how we feel
Or maybe I’m alone
Maybe I’ve moved in
But there’s nobody home
What do I do
I’m in too deep
None of these feelings
I want to keep
Do you feel them too
Or are my signs wrong
Has this been in my head
All along?
Doll Poetry 