why does red,
the color associated with anger,
also the color of passion,
fate,
and love?

asking a child,
one whom has never fell in love,
nor seen true love,
in their existence-

(now you wait little miss,
your parents are in love,
are they not?)

-you'd be wrong to assume,
my mother loved my father,
anymore, that is...

love is dead,
my mother hummed to him,
our love is dead

i loved him so much,
that i let him crush

my heart

over and
over and
over again.

until there was only nothing left.

but what do you have he even
crushes your

nothing?

happy valentines day,

to all the amazing poets x

little girls don't play with dolls.
they paint.

deep paintings and the thin.

a blade, her brush.

her wrist, the canvas.

the little girl only used red when she painted,

and her paintings would never leave her body.

they would stay there, reminding her of every emotion she
illustrated on her pale body.

the girl was a painter,
a true artist.

never had she wanted to become one,
but she did.

little girls don't play with dolls.
they paint.

Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?

what happened?
what happened to the sun being bright and beautiful?
when it kissed my shoulders while i ran with my mates
around the playground.

what happened to the times where protection meant wearing a helment?
when i didn't need worry about being a female,
being catcalled or molested.

where my only care in the world was being first in a race to the
school line.

what happened to the times where i could eat and not worry about the calories i'm eating?
what happened to not caring about still being able to fit a fist between my thigh gap.

why did i have to grow up?
i've lost my child-likeness.
my innocence left after i hit puberty.

society says you can't be sad.
s a d.
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what happened to being able to cry and not judged.

what happened to the times where i actually wanted to live?
see to world.

what happened to me?