i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy.
i yell at my mother with her same ruthlessness and out-argue my father with his same logic.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.
i’m drawn to you. and i have been for a lifetime.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
this summer’s haze feels like lifetimes ago. i was happy and tanned, eating raspberries by the river with my friends. i want her back.
the rage in me has made my humanity scarce. i will not be quiet about it.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.