broken tongue, tailored text

sharp things like
rip
breach
shift
tilt
juxtapose
fidget
and more
i will
never think of
on the spot

my name was
gifted to my
mother in a dream
she said
an angel whispered
it in her ear
she didn't know
it would be on
1990's top baby names-
                                          brianna

if i could be strong forever
if i could not compare myself
                                              unfairly to others
if i could be more focused
if i could do the things i say
then i would have my wishes
granted.


i could whisper about
the waves of flab on my hips
the way my cheeks take over
my entire face,
my scraggily hair that
i refuse to cut until
thanksgiving
but just don't
ask me about those
things.


closing
my eyes
sometimes
just isn't as nice
as having them open

i regret i regret
i forget i forget

breathe. love. create. share. doodle. fantasize. smile. feel.
(the beautiful morals)

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i love
one specific
john
i have for
three years
and he is
the sweet
honey in
my life.


i want to be someone else when
my cheeks are raw from crying
after a long phone call from home
but even then, i just want to change
my situation, not me.

i used to wink
and flirt with
anyone with
their junk
hanging low


sometimes i lie about trivial things
but rarely at the expense of others
just mostly to move along a conversation

karma is real
she took the cookies
from the cookie jar.

i sing with my soul.
i have proof.


what a monstrous secret!
it would be to have to
keep love from your family.
i adore them all,
and i have somewhere around
sixty four members
and counting.


i am as green
as a grasshopper.

mirror mirror on the wall
who looks at mirrors most of all?
"why, you do"


jezebel, juliana, jacqueline, magdelene, helena, julian, mercutio, jude, jacob, rae, rufus


yes.
i read everything
to escape my life.
i wrap myself up in text and pages
and snuggle down and read and read
usually with an apple in an armchair.




when i was little
i used to play a game
i'd ask
"who am i, who am i" to myself
until i became molecules
until the window was blurred
until the world made sense.