i'm tired of the way you treat yourself
like you are so kind to overindulge
everyone around you, but the moment
it flips to you, you struggle to give yourself
the barest of bare minimums. on top of that,
you tell yourself that you're fine, you don't
need more, you are making do with what
you have, and that you are content.
but i know that deep down, you aren't.
don't try to hide that from me, and if you
are upset with my observations, then there's
nothing i can do because i'm not changing
from what i'm seeing, even if that means
alienating the very one i'm trying to connect
with.
you forget who you are, and i won't let you.
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NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE
Poesia"The boy who pulls the girl's hair--is that love, or someone constantly displeased?" In NOT MEN'S FAVOURITE, this prose-poetry chapbook explores feminine anger, the wisdom of boundaries, and using one's womanhood to heal their girlhood. New poems re...
