Even in a room full of people, want yourself first.
Not the boy who you gave you his sunset eyes
the minute you enter the room with your hands tied
around your tongue, afraid you will say something wrong
about the clouds and the weather in your lungs.
Just forget about your stomach, or how your shirt
feels like a belt around your waist for breathing
too many handheld hurricanes, you do not need approval
from mouths who have shotgun sounds for words, not those.
If you still think you are a bullet out of bounds
this is a constant reminder that you were always meant
to pass right through someone’s bulls eye,
touching parts of themselves they never thought
was beating, breathing, healing flesh within flesh
too thick for those who thought they do not make sense.
Please do not ever swallow yourself whole
because you think the world will easily forget
how you came in small but crying, eyes loud enough
to scream your worth. You are both ends of a rainbow;
the feeling of skin against the creases of your bed; you are
the silence after a firework show. On days like these,
when you have a recurring nightmare inside your head,
take deep breaths, pull your hand out where your heart is.
Listen. There is an ocean beating. There is a story about to begin.
isn’t it weird that we pay money to see other human beings?
If u see it like that yeah.