Branches Book

BRANCHES

i didn’t mean to start talking about a boy it just slips out sometimes. what i meant to say is that hearts are never lamp posts, and he was never the light hearts are your broken headlights you keep meaning to get fixed but never get around to and mine is a candle

with an untouched wick, ready to burn indefinitely, and sometimes it’s that one stop sign i forget to stop at, always driving through. so teach me how to say no. teach me how to cover my wounds with a bandaid. teach me how to remember that my heart is a magnet- no, super glue, and scissors are the only path to detachment.

DARK < LIGHT

i spit blood i look in a mirror and i hold a pistol my skin is gray,

like my bones are coated with cement I’m the only one begging for certainty and on my knees i’m weak ______________________________ i spit flower petals i look in a mirror and i hold seeds my skin is flushed like my bones are coated with roses i feel certain and on my two feet i’m strong ______________________________ spitting flower petals instead of blood looking in a mirror

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