unpublished poetry

it’s day 9647 and a man made a comment about how i look again casual, while we were standing near the coffee machine and all i did was wring my hands all i ever do is wring my hands it’s hour 6 and I can’t stop thinking about how my dad sat up in bed… Continue reading tick tock

you make me feel insecure in the same way summer does hot but sweaty  like I want to be in a bikini but oh hell do I look good in it? like I need to be out because it’s light outside, like I have something to prove and something inside me that’s so alive oh… Continue reading what the hell is wrong with me

it’s hard when people only like you because they say they think you’re pretty it’s harder when you don’t believe them because you hate your own body so maybe they just like you because you there and willing i can feel you on my skin but i can’t feel a damn thing i wish i… Continue reading about last night