honey, you need to say the thing before it forms a storm in your chest. you can't keep carrying anger in your bones because you are too afraid of letting poison out. freeing yourself from the thing won't make you serpentine.

He has found galaxiesin between the thighs of other girlsand suddenly the worldI was planning to offer himjust isn't enough

and today,your bonesgathered your skinand said'Come on, let's do it again

You do yourself and those who could love you adisservice when you make yourself smaller; whenyou eat your words or use less of your light.

I hope you never stop talking about your dreams and what you want out of this rough, beautiful life.