Pretty Boys Are Poisonous: Poems

for three years
i’ve been in this infinite desert
every day on my knees
praying
for the sun to set
so i can finally
crawl out of your shadow

but how will you ever know
if i’m smiling
when you can’t see past
your own tears

but what’s the difference between
manslaughter and murder?

i’m still dead either way

i didn’t break your heart…
i only damaged it
says the boy as he merrily skips away into
the flashing lights and applause

his hands still
covered
in
blood

avoid the mirror
use me instead

greek tragedies lose their poetry when you live them

I have spent all of my life making myself small so that others can feel confident.
I have a savior/martyr complex.
I’ve always believed I am meant to be a sacrificial lamb, a ransom for the soul of whichever beautiful, broken, self absorbed idiot is currently hunting me down and draining me of my life force.

i still imagine [juliet] kills herself in the end though.
only he doesn't follow.
he just signs up for raya instead.

there is an ultrasound by your side of the
bed
10 weeks and 1 day

maybe if you hadn’t…
maybe if i had…

do you think that if she could have
she would have left a suicide note?

• i

the only way
i will really move on
from you
is when my
body turns to dust