March 2nd, 2024
I hope you don’t think
You were ever that special
The angel on my shoulder
Has lost to the devil
War
The Broken Glass
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
Mission Accomplished
November 3rd, 2018
This is the final battle
It’s me versus my mirror
And when she’s looking back at me
She knows it’s her I fear
As I contemplate my defeat
I wish I were more mundane
But I’ve been made into this vixen
And I won’t ever be the same
These thoughts are circling in my head
And I can’t make them stop
They’re spewing like a broken faucet
That never meant to drop
They have me running down the drain
In fragments that can’t be put back together
And just because I started this storm
Doesn’t mean I can control the weather
I’m bubbling inside
I’m bursting into flames
I’ve been engulfed by my emotions
And my need to end these games
So with one swift movement
My mirror has been demolished
I’m over this war
It’s my turn to say mission accomplished
Doll Poetry 