Poems

You Built This Guillotine You stacked every rule in your favorwrote policies out of my hide while you clapped yourself for being fair and tough and sharpFired people for things you did twice as hard last week and laughed that they should have known how to read your mindEvery cut you made to save yourself […]

You Deserve Orgasms And Health Insurance You work two shifts and a side hustle that never pays what it promisesdragging home with feet that curse every stepYou scroll through bills with numbers that make no senseletters full of threats dressed in polite fonts that still bite and stepYou crash on my couch with your backpack

You Are Allowed To Want Stupid Happy Things You say it half joking, half bitter“I am built for the fight” That you only trust songs that sound like an argument with God and movies that end in nightYou talk like wanting simple joy is some kind of betrayal of the shit you have seenLike craving

You Are Not Running Late To Your Own Life You scroll past another engagement photoanother house key selfieanother baby in a pumpkin with a caption that sounds like a brag and a prayerMeanwhile you are on your couch in the same sweatpants three days runningwaiting for noodles to boilwondering if you missed some secret stairsEveryone

Wounds Etched Into Plaster Bare feet on cold tile, three a.m. and I can’t sleepI shout my grief to the ceilingbut the silence cuts too deepEvery hope comes back unanswered, every plea is a voidI punch the air, beg for answersbut the truth is destroyed. These are wounds etched into plasterBroken words swallowed by the

Wrong Side Of The Sky Verse 1Neon buzz over sleepy streetschewing on moths and summer gnats while kids on beat-up bikes cut through the dark like thrown knivesTires kiss pavement cracks that remember every spilled Slurpeeevery scraped kneeevery dumb dare that felt like nothing could touch youTonight the power lines sing in a lower keyhumming

Whole World Under Me I don’t want respect, I want controlI want your schedule, your thoughts in my handIf you questionI will drag you through verbal glass till you understandI talk like every idea you have is cute background noise behind my commandIf you push back, even onceI turn into a bomb in this room,

Wilting in the Window Verse 1 There is a plant in the window that should be deadLeaves brown at the tipsdirt dry as bread. I keep forgetting to water the thingThen panic and drown it till the plastic rings.Verse 2 The neighbors say it still looks fineIt just needs a little bit more time. They

Would Anybody Miss The Noise House lights dim and the bar bright stains the ceiling in sick soft tonesSound guy shrugs from the back like he’s doing me a favor fiddling with his phonesFirst chord rings through a room where nobody asked for a bandJust a drunk crowd working on forgetting with a drink in

Where the Water Hides the Sound Steam covers the mirror, I won’t look myself in the eyeWater scalds my skin, covering the sound of my cryFist against the tile, jaw locked hard through the acheThe tears run with the rush, hidden by every mistake.Where the water hides the sound, No one hears me breakLet the