nail of a coffin
i wanted to be the perfect daughter,
thought then you might love me;
but nothing i ever did was
good enough—
so i stopped trying,
and you criticized me for that also;
made me feel like an outsider
in my own family
and a burden—
nothing was ever good enough,
but i was worthy of your
criticism
always;
my distance should be understood
but you can't comprehend it—
your kindness now
means nothing to the child
who felt like a failure,
her anger still burns in my veins;
i still remember the disrespect
and the cruelty—
still remember how you were
my first bully,
and i'm supposed to believe that
you love me?
love isn't supposed to hurt,
you feel like the nail
of a coffin that isn't mine.
you'll remember
sometimes the world slaps
you in the face just because,
and i'm tired of it;
should i have any more
character development then i
might become a villain—
not the girl you left behind,
your empty promises
i know are hollow now;
but i believed in you
and our sisterhood
i believed we'd rekindle
our spark and light a
fire of stars worth remembering—
but you proved me wrong,
and i hope it haunts you
every time you hear the song
of the crows;
i hope that you never know
peace when the moon kisses your
skin because you broke my heart
and you didn't care—
forgot me?
you'll remember.
sinner & saint
i know we can all be
knives and we can all be
wounded,
i won't pretend i am always
the saint;
but i am also not
always the
sinner—
don't look me in my eye,
and tell me i deserve
to live a life that doesn't feel
like it's mine;
no one should struggle simply
to exist—
because each of us
is magic,
and i think it is tragic that
some will never remember
this and some have
forgotten this;
each of us was kissed by
this universe and she loves us all—
i refuse to believe this is the
best we can do,
i know we can do better;
so i will dare to dream for those
who no longer remember dreams—
someone has to slay the
nightmares,
may as well be me.
