If we were all pieces of cloth
And our ****** purity was represented
Some peoples would be stained,
Others maybe even torn,
But my cloth would be pretty clean
And that's okay too

My bedsheets are soaked in memories and emotions
A stain of blood there, some drips of tears there,
A warm imprint of people who once held each other there
I put them in the wash, but they don't seem to come out

What if we stopped seeing people as a gender, race, or religion
And started seeing them as actual human souls instead?

I guess if I had to say it
I'm afraid of being in a relationship
What if I mess it up
What if I don't meet expectations
What if I'm not good at being romantic
What if I'm not compatible
What if
What if
What if

You shouldn't fall in love with me
Because in the beginning,
I'll be swaying back and forth
Won't be sure if the leap is worth it
And you'll be mad, that I'm wavering
You shouldn't fall in love with me
I'll want to go really really slow,
Like a turtles pace slow
And then I'll want to speed the hell up
And then go really really slow
And then, if for some reason,
You're still sticking around,
Then I'll become fully comfortable
Most likely

I was sick
Deathly sick, infected with some virus
Killing me
My mind was turned on and off
I was half crazy, touched by dementia
Some kind of neurotoxin
And threw up blood
Red blood, but thicker than glue
To where it caught in my throat coming up
Dangerously choking me every time
Blood
Red and black thick blood
Sat in coagulated clumps on the new carpet
My mother came in
Told me to fold some clothes,
When my mind cleared from the
New waves of dementia
I realized I was dying
Why weren't my parents taking me to the hospital?
They didn't care
In fact they tried to pretend I wasn't there
It was like I was embarrassing them
I tried to tell two of my friends
They didn't care
They didn't care
They didn't care
I looked in the mirror,
My eyes widened
Sticky, gelatinous blood
Caught stuck in my throat
And I knew then,
Half conscious,
I was going to die
And no one
**Would care.

"my parents warned me about drugs on the street, but never the ones with green eyes and a heartbeat."