But it's so much fun though?

You ask for my words,
my life blood, my shield, my weapon

My silence is my last wall, my last 
protective measure before they 
twist and tumble and turn and 
oh god now they won't stop shit 
I watch them twirl in front of me

I've never seen a ballet, but my words
are prima donnas, they command

attention.

I've never been a painter, but I'll 

make you cry, make you feel 

the threads of the world.

I've never been a guitarist, but listen

you ask for my words, and I'll sing. 

One out of every six.

I almost threw up
nerves gripped around my throat for
my own silent screams.

You make me feel.

in the beginning there was lavender 

soft
sweet
intoxicating

when you told me your wrist hurt I 

didn't believe you
reached out
felt the heat of your skin

I couldn't look you in the eyes when 

I described my childhood 
yearned for a ghost
you told me I'm gorgeous

it was like
it was like spring rain
the glow of a firefly 

it was quiet
it was quiet and still 
it was quiet and still and soothing

I like to play with
my words before I eat them 
and here I am

unfinished, unsure, unclear

unable to set heart to paper

Anxiety, Defined

A two sided mask
behind veils of "I'm sorry."
Joy, pain, all the same. 

Lilith

Friendships like tendrils,⁣
caresses like crushed velvet-
hello Chicago.