Poetry

More than anything else, he is just. Annoying. 

I didn’t want to reveal this to my therapist because it’s one of the few times she gets to break confidentiality.

(“I am bad,” “No one can be trusted,” ‘The world is completely dangerous,” “My whole nervous system is permanently ruined”).

i cannot make my mother love me. this is a heavy thing to carry.

How do I describe how I feel to you when I don’t have any words left

Last pump of the heart to leave: is that what they call a blessing?

i used to pray before i ate but i don’t anymore.