Mischmasch

There’s something in the roof.

My mother and I used to think it was just the pipes, or coconuts falling on the roof. Later on, the scratching started.

We ignored it, as long as they stayed out of the house we were alright.

My grampa says he sees them at night. We used to think he was dreaming. Now we are no longer so sure.

My room is on the far side of the house. I used to think that when the scratching reached my room they would break through.

The scratching reached my room.

Now, I hear things moving, things that sound heavier than rats or manicou. I like to pretend they’re just really big.

I wonder how long until they break through.

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Lift heavy burdens

Force evolution to make your daughters stronger than you

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We all fear growing up to be mediocre poets

And worse lovers

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The Problem with being Forewarned

The trouble with being forewarned is

how do I love you when i know the ending

all these men i want to reach out for

grab their arms

crush their lips with mine

How do i do this when I know our love will one day be a competition

we will expand in attempts to crush each other

My Heart with Yours

a battle of the ages

And you who tempt me with balance

How do I know you’re not a lie?

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Hate II or A letter to a future lover

I think of knives sometimes

(Scalpels to be correct)

I think of carving HATRED down my side

Forever banished from the land of bikinis

So one day
when I meet you
tell me what you will do?

Will you be shocked and frightened?
will you wonder what kind of shattered, crazy bitch has caught you?
and how to get away?

Will you ask why?
the feelings i don’t yet know to express in words

Or will you trace them with your tongue

fingers 

thin delicate scars

and new words

until all I can scream and pant and say is

lovelovelove

Hate

Some days all I can think about is hate

I think about you with your fucking anonymous ask

Fucking scaring everyone who read it

And I think about whether or not it was real

And I curse and I rage as I hit reblog because I’m just not fucking sure

I hate you for your 

manipulation

idiocy

malice

WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING

I want to scream

I think about what if it’s true

I think about the godawful thing that someone did to you to make you do the thing you want to do

And the godawful thing that happened to them

And the godawful things that happened to everyone who ever lived ever

I want to
S
C
R
E
A
M

but mostly i just curl up in a ball of fury