trauma
-
I ironed my trauma ’til it looked good on film.Hid all the fractures right under the gilt.I was the trophy you posed on the shelf,A masterclass lesson in hating myself.I played the victim for so long,’Til I realized the villain gets the better song. I was good on paper – now I’m hell in heels.You
-
Before you get comfortable, let me give you the tour,This isn’t a heart that you’ve seen before.There are voices in the wall, a chill in the hall,and a portrait I’ve turned to face the wall.The last one who stayed tried to paint the walls white,but the shadows I live with bled through in the night.
-
You walk in soft, and I brace for the blow.You’re not him, but my body don’t know.I laugh too loud, then I shut down fast.Scared you’ll leave if I don’t make it last.You reach for me like it’s no big deal,and I flinch like love’s not supposed to heal. Your steady hands and quiet eyes.You
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 