Keep me warm

via Incubate

Keep me warm inside.

Inside your dark and warm mind,

Where I dance on thoughts.



via Incubate

I wonder if I was incubated as a hatchling,

kept warm by my mother until I was ready for the world.

Or was I simply admired from afar, and left in the cold,

kept alive only by my own stubbornness.


via Incubate

It grows within me, quietly, slowly. 

This dream of mine, so soft and lovely.

I harbor it within me,

I water it with daydreams and watch it flourish.


My best dress

via Wrinkle

My best dress is full of wrinkles.

My best dress isn’t a dress at all.

It’s a hoodie two sizes too big,

and it has a paint stain on the left sleeve.

But that shouldn’t matter,

because my best dress shouldn’t be what I wear.

It should be my own skin, wrinkles and all,

that you find me most beautiful in.


via Wrinkle

There’s something about bedsheets,

wrinkled or neat.

They feel like home. 

And all I can think about is inviting you,

to share my home with me.

We can share the blankets,

talk in soft whispers,

and watch as the sunlight turns gold through half-opened windows.

Silk blouse

via Wrinkle

I’m not sorry if there are wrinkles in my blouse,

I got them when I was leaning against the window sill-

daydreaming about being a cloud.

Caracara oranges

via Provoke

I’m reminded that I don’t do well with asking for things for myself.

I’d rather go without something than ask for it most of the time.

It’s because when I ask I’m reminded of thoughts of being told how greedy I am.

I was five the first time.

I don’t do well with standing up for myself either because it usually ends with 

more than enough sadness to keep me from doing it again.

So what if keeping three oranges to myself is greedy, it’s okay to be selfish sometimes.

I have a lifetime to make up for, starting today.


via Provoke

How is it you provoke me so easily?

How is it no matter what you say I’m reminded of all you’ve done?

I’m left with memories crowding my vision whenever I look at you.

I can’t see straight.

I know

via Provoke

I’m told not to let it get me,

I know.

I’m told I’ll be happier if I just don’t listen.

I know.

But it’s harder than you’d think.

I would know.

It’s all noise

via Noise

My worry, my doubt, my fear,

don’t do anything but block out the world. 

It’s all noise, meant to distract me from hearing the music 

I so desperately want to hear.

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