Over time
my flaws
and faults
seemed to overpower
any and all of
my strengths
and successes...
And I began to
feel hopelessly
outnumbered
by myself.
Month: July 2020
Summer Can Stay
Buttercup
Boxed
I feel like we all try
to fit ourselves inside of a box.
A simple, square, basic box.
A box where we fit,
try to fit,
or pretend to fit…
But anyway we look at it
it’s still a fucking box.
So are we supposed to stay
inside the box we wind up in?
Or do we work our hardest
to get out of it?
Blooms
I don’t know what you are… But you’re beautiful. ❤️
Directionless
During the day,
I have a map.
A crisp, well designed,
detailed map
which I may drift from,
but soon come back to follow.
During the night
I have a compass.
A rusted, cracked,
loose screwed compass
which I try to follow,
but the magnetism is off.
So West becomes East,
and North becomes South...
And I'm left spinning
the full 360°...
Directionless
and lost
until morning.
Cleansed
After the storm clears
and there’s nothing left
but dew…
The dissipating clouds will
let the sunlight peak through.
A golden glow
will cast its’ way to
the ground…
Creating an amber filter
upon all that surrounds.
And as the raindrops
evaporate off the
window panes…
The day will carry on
with all that remains.
Steaming
Tonight I stood crying
silent tears in the shower,
my anger and sadness
mixed in with the water.
When I stepped out and dried
myself off in the mirror,
my eyes held emotions
that couldn't be clearer.
They held the hatred for him
for all he did upon me,
and the pain from grieving
for the girl I used to be.
Doormat
When you
locked me out
you didn’t
throw away
the key,
You hid it
underneath
what laid
right in front
of me.
AO Poetry 
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