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Bunk
Behind fabric I am safeDont open it upRevealing tearsOr my faceOr my poems Or crochetThis is all Ive gotA curtain of privacyIt hurts to hold my breathI don’t exist for youI exist for me, and sometimes you witness itI know you know where I am. Don’t. Only interact if I want you tooOnly find me…
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Dried out flowers
The dried out flowershanging from a stringare still upside down.The synthetic string somehow stillholds on to the less than beforeVolumeLess than before LifeMore than before beautyWhy are you more beautiful dead to me?Why do I like the look of the fact that no matter how much I water you, you will never grow again.No matter…
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You called me a man
I kinda liked it I dont think Im a man But Im not always a woman So just call me Taylor Because that is who I am
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I just want
I just want to feel happy Like he wants me As much as I want him Like they love me And like me As much as I do But I don’t I don’t know why I wish I could tell you I just want to tell you more
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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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What I did today?
I resigned from my job, with immediate effect. Honestly I know my limits, and as much as I loved the opportunity, the role requires a lot of emotional support and stress regulation that I don’t have just yet. So I quit, to give myself time to heal, and time to find myself and my happiness…
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A woman
I’m a broken woman Contradictory Strong yet broken So much to give but not able to My mouth is shut by my own hands I was never pinned down But always told not to speak up To sit straight, with my legs crossed Because who knows who would peer up
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Please
I want to be loved and thought about when I’m not there I want stupid messages and flowers that you’ve walked past or something that shows that even in your own life and world I always exist. I want a message stuck or written on my forehead so that when I wake up, i already…
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Poetry by Taylor 