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 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
She
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
She
My parents say theyre supportive
Call me he when im aroumd
But the second you think i cant hear
The second i leave the room
They say.
"SHE'S being weird today."
"I think SHE'S faking it."
"SHE isnt a boy."
"It's just a phase. SHE'LL grow out of it."
They go out of their way to call me she
Not he
Maybe
Just maybe
They might hate me
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
I never think of life
As a wet on dry watercolor painting
Because its more similar
To wet on wet
You put a dash of color
Joy
Emotion
And it spreads
Like a virus
But a good one
Life isnt realism.
Life is abstract.
So treat it like that.
Imperfect
But in the end?
Beautiful.
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
Ive found a new type of loneliness
One that can be felt in a crowd
Surrounded by people i dont know
Like a storm in a sky of fluffy clouds

Ive found a new type of loneliness
One that can be felt with friends
Feeling so worthless
I hope that this ends

Ive found a new type of loneliness
One that i know will never stop
Itll jeep going and going
Until the second I drop

I look forward to that day
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
Do you ever
Look at a blade
And think
"Well... that belongs across my throat."?
Do you ever
Look at a bottle of pills
And think
"I should take them all."?

Because I sure as hell do
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
time
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Nobody
i'm running out of time
i have so much to say
so much in my brain
so many people to betray

i'm running out of time
so much happening in this chaotic world
too many people to correct
too many people to tell "i'm a boy, not a girl."

i'm running out of time
so much to tell you
so much to give you
so many things that aren't true

time time time time time
i need more time
i'm running out of time
please give me more time
you won't regret it, i promise
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Liana
Pick
Pick
Pick
Pick
My thumb is bleeding
Pick
Pick
Pick
Theres still a bump
Pick
Pick
Pick
It hurts
Pick
Pick
Pick
I need a band-aid
Pick
Pick
Pick
I don't have one
Pick
Pick
Pick
I have another thumb
Pick
Pick
Pick
Oh, it's also bleeding
Pick
Pick
Pick
I need to go to sleep
Pick
Pick
Pick
I lay down
Pick
Pick
Pick
It's still not smooth
Pick
Pick
Cry
dermatillomania *****
 Nov 2024 Lumin Guerrero
Liana
You know when you spill water and get upset only to hear someone say, “it's just water!”
It doesn't matter, water, pineapple juice, or milk I'm still soaked and need to change
The fact that what I spilled happened to be water doesnt make me less clumsy
It doesn't make my fingers less sweaty
It doesn't make it okay
“It's just water” they say
I’d be just as clumsy holding milk in my hand
What would you say if I spilt milk?
But if I spilt water, it's okay
If shes my daughter, it's okay


This isn't about spilt milk
"It's okay, he's your dad!", "But he's still your dad!"

The fact that it's his daughter doesn't make it okay
IT IS NOT OKAY PEOPLE
❤️
Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
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