shout out to people who are scared to call others out, whose hands shake when they try to explain what’s wrong, whose throats threaten to close up with thoughts of ‘what if i’m just overreacting’, whose hearts are pounding out of their chests because they just stuck their necks out for their beliefs, who have lost friends and respect and safety for aligning themselves with causes
People always say that it hurts at night
and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am
is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken.
it’s 9am on a tuesday morning
and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up
And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss them so much
you don’t know what to do with your hands.
sometimes it feels like
in my head.
does that make sense?
like something is growing over my thoughts
until everything has this cotton-soft
haze that nothing
and once one thing slips,
i start forgetting things i made
four notes trying to remember.
i get slow and
and the real me
screaming behind this silkscreen
and my body just keeps on