The Cushion

“It is an awful thing to be betrayed by your body. And it’s lonely, because you feel you can’t talk about it. You feel it’s something between you and the body.” -David Levithan I found a cushion laying on the floor; squishy and round, it looked horrendous just sitting there —gaudy, plump, and worn-out. How …

Rebuilding My Home

“When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and brings joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.”Jean Shinoda Bolen Photo Credit: Vincent Benjamin Romero Only I can rebuild these broken bonesRestructure the faulty stairsMy feet dragged themselves uponAnd paint over the cracksMy hands touched and hit Only …

To The Voice (Breathless)

“The thing about a spiral is, if you follow it inward, it never actually ends. It just keeps tightening, infinitely.” ― John Green, Turtles All the Way Down “Good morning!” Or at least that’s what I want to say But every time I wake up I hold my breath Constraining myself Because there’s a voice …

I’ve Seen This Film Before

My friends never liked you and I can’t blame them. They were happy when I finally got you out of my system. Unfriended, blocked, and deleted. If they knew you crossed my mind once again, there’ll be an intervention. I can hear their nagging types on their keyboard until our chat boxes are filled with …

Muse’s Epiphany

I enjoyed the taste of poison With every brush of your lips For just one moment I built a future with you in my head As you re-sketched and erased Every version of me you wanted I was the object of your affection The fantasy you wanted to frame Until I became a scrapped idea …

Mosaic of Stars and Scars

I woke up to the sound of your frustration And saw scattered papers of unimaginable views, Puzzle pieces of torn pictures With colorful and vibrant hues Lay on the floor It was a mosaic of broken inspiration You were unsatisfied with your pages Splattering your dizzying thoughts Then you grabbed my arms And started scribbling …

I wish I was straight

If you ask me if I am proud I will gladly say that I am But there are days I often wonder How easy life could’ve been if I was straight I’m not daydreaming of still playing a charade Or trying to find my way back into the closet No, I wonder how life would …

I Want To Be My Own Person

I am somebody’s calm While I am my own chaos I am somebody’s comfort While I live in anxious thoughts I am somebody’s peace of mind And I don’t know how to be my own I am somebody’s wisdom While my own words feel too distant It feels like a foreign language I never learned …