in a losing game

isn’t it sad

that it’s hard for most of us

to say what’s on our mind.

what part of society

trained anyone to think

that it’s terrifying

to speak with meaning.


i won’t drown with you on your sinking boat

some people go low,

but i don’t need to go lower.

committed to a fault,

accepting my faults.

thinking i needed to stay loyal when i needed to stay healthy.

seeing the best in you.

my strength also my weakness.

a few lessons learned,

many more to go

as your truth comes out.

remaining grateful for what you taught me

even while you try to pull me down with you.

i’d rather give you a lifejacket.




flowers don’t hide their petals when they get sun

how comfortable i am in my own skin

is my choice.

don’t judge how much you see on the outside,

when the inside of me is blossoming.




when you should be lifting up.

a cesspool of insecurity,


and judgment.

that is not how strong women

treat other women.

what a crying shame,

for nothing good ever came from treating your own kind

as a doormat.



to sit with yourself

the best way to transition

is to do it with kindness.

to allow yourself time

to accept the change that is occurring inside of you,

to turn your healing into love,

and give it to those who need it.

jumping back into romance

that is not really romance,

is not the answer to your problem, dear.

do not let strangers kiss your lips,

only for you to pull away from the foreign taste of their mouth,

only for you to feel bad about it in the morning.





the process

the wound is raw.

but darling,

all you can do

is patiently wait for the flesh to scab over,

to heal in its own time.

the only reminder left,

a fading scar.

this is heartbreak.




the reluctance you created

there you are, mr.

stroking your mustache

with all of that angst.

filled with the fear that everything you have worked for

might be compromised by her lips,

as if she is a communist dictator

trying to take over your demons and dreams

with her love.