bits & pieces to soak in.

i wrote about femininity
when it was all i could think about

what was expected of me
and from whom, what for

i slept with your beanie last night
i cried when i found it under the covers
we’d spent time looking for it
while it was buried under our love the entire time

what am i supposed to be?
a rebel, or forgiving honeybee?

i sting in my mind
but i
praise in life
and i
express myself
in extremities
and negativities

but i am pulling
like taffy
through whirlwinds
of emotions

who to be what to be
is it ever enough
to be content
without “success”
pressures piling up

when i think of love
i now think of you
i’m terrified, too,
and it hurts when you picture me like the monster
that crept to your dreams of me
because i just want to be the angel
that you need
i sit on your shoulder, whisper coos into your ear
sometimes you swat me away
i splat on the ground
and i decay
into the sound