What I Want To Yell At My Therapist

I tell her I’m scared a part of me will always hurt, that I think I’m a magnet to ruin, she asks me if there’s more. I tell her she should read more of my poetry to buy us more time for next week.

Part Of Moving On Is Recognizing That You’re Better Than Him

Hasn’t anyone ever told you it’s lonelier to waste your time and rent out your body to someone who doesn’t know your worth than it is to be alone? You deserve to be more than an afterthought. Stop getting ready “just in case.” You are all you need to fill all the empty space.

I’m Just Waiting For The Perfect Lover

I’m imagining a mouth – unhurried but hungry, pulsating between rough and soft. I’m imagining hands. Hands that bruise and hands that love. I don’t know who he is. I don’t know his face. But I know what he makes me feel.

A List Of Demands For All Fuckboys

Stop acting like you’re special. We don’t all want to date you. We aren’t all in love with you. Don’t get all bent out of shape and weirded out over a text, or over any kind of interest in your life or who you are as a person. If I like you, I will make it known.