And you may see one side of her at a time, you may insist she stay on one path at a time;
but she is all of those things, always, inseparably.
And what path she takes is not up to you.
The Scholar, the Witch, and the Writer
One of life’s little mercies is writing suicide notes to people
Then getting overwhelmed
Because there are so many people to write to
And having it dawn on me
That if there are that many people to say goodbye to
Perhaps there are that many people who could be reasons to live
If I instead said
what hurts me the most
is the idea that
I don’t love you enough to destroy myself for you
and she does
but that’s because she was a mess to begin with
I’m sorry but I don’t want her clutter
in my life that I’d worked so hard to clean up
I love myself enough to know that
that’s what hurts you the most
You Need Better Best Friends
Never make homes out of people
But you’re the only home
I’ve ever known
Are always people, though
And you, with your lies,
Are our own.
I was trying not to hate you back then,
but I already did.
I’m still trying to hate you now,
but I already don’t.
The Other Girl (I Knew You Wanted)
Thank the ones who treated you terribly,
The ones who let you go,
The ones who left and set you free
To find the one who won’t.
Don’t not choose someone
Then regret that you didn’t –
You made your bed that way
And you can lay in it.
Pay the Price of Your Indecision
When I am
placed under siege
by the nightmares,
are all the fortification
Much as I would like
to depart from it sometimes,
I am tethered to this life
by your smile.
Reason to Live #28
I hope in what I write for you,
I make you feel I’m right for you.
For in what you write for me,
I clearly see you’re right for me.