I see your lips are moving
but I’m not sure what you’re saying
because actions are louder than words
and I’m getting some mixed messages here.
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Imagine doing a Google search
for “signs and symptoms
for having a soulmate”
likes it’s some disease or infection
that could be easily distinguished.
What kinds of things would be on this list?
Raging hormones? Increased laughter?
Pain in facial muscles from smiling so much?
Increased sweating? Risk of pregnancy?
Who is to say how to tell if someone
is the one you are meant to spend your life with?
Personally, I’d be more intersted in a
possible treatment option plan
because advice on how to proceed
when you’re pretty sure you’ve got
could probably come in handy.
A “talk to your doctor” would
not do a whole lot of good.
I wish this had a few great
home remedies.
Sorry mom, but I don’t think
ginger ale will be fixing this one.
Only in Telenovelas
Only in telenovelas
do hearts start to glow
when love is being felt.
Wouldn’t life be great
if we could see every time
we make another person’s heart glow?
Rum
I drink and drink the whole bottle of rum.
The voices that want to kill me I numb.
Lips are Moving
Sometimes it feels like I’m talking.
I swear words are coming out.
But no one seems to hear me.
Maybe I should shout.
I’m crying out for help
but everyone looks away.
My feelings don’t matter I guess
So depressed I guess I’ll stay
Control
I like to believe that I am in control.
That I am independent.
I mean I worked my ass off for a degree
by myself.
I saved up for 5 years and bought a car
by myself.
I have a good paying part-time job
by myself.
I’m looking for a big girl career now
by myself.
But yet no matter how what I do
to make myself feel like
an accomplished adult
I will always be trapped.
For I may have a degree,
a car,
a job,
but you will always make sure
that you still control
some small piece of my life
so that I always have to come back
to this horrid place.
You will always keep me dependent
so that I can never escape,
even though this atmosphere is toxic
and is killing me; suffacting me
making my accomplishments
as worthless as myself.
The Mirror
When I look in the mirror,
I hate myself.
I cannot find one small thing
that I enjoy about myself.
I do what I can
to change that
but nothing is never enough.
I’m starting to see why
models starve themselves
just to like what they see.
Maybe not such a bad idea.
Go Out Walking
Every day I go out walking
miles and miles of trails that wind
hoping, and praying,
to leave myself behind.
I’m looking for a new me,
one I can face in the mirror
because now all I can see
is someone far inferior.
Sometimes I think it’s working;
that all the struggles are worth it.
I do everything correctly,
but nothing has changed a bit.
No matter how hard I work,
no matter how hard I strive
I’m greeted by the same person
at the end when I arrive.
No Title Needed
You may be able to dismiss my feelings
but you will never be able to dissolve my thoughts.
Too Many Times
Too many times in the course of history
woman have been told to sit back and be quiet:
the men are talking.
Too many times in the course of history
woman have been told their opinions are cute,
but it’s the men’s who count.
Too many times in the course of history
woman have been told to stop talking
because the men don’t agree.
Too many times in the course of my history
I have been told my opinions don’t matter,
by men of course,
simply because I see the world through a different lens
and thank God I do
because someone has to look out for someone
other than themselves.
