Poems from Madison.Angelica
Three months.
That's how long I wore makeup in eighth grade-
How long I tried to fit ubiquitous standards.
Solutions for fear of...
I want you to hear me.
I would scream profanities about how the weight in my chest makes me want to sink to the floor.
But my mouth is...
She is a songbird
Outside my window.
She polishes my spring mornings
With her soft serenades.
When the cold slips back in,
Her and her...
I want to know if he kisses her the way he kissed me.
If he sighs at the touch of her lips.
If he moans with the sway of her hips.
The...
Red roses and blue violets
Were never-
Never will be
Enough.
Because I cared
Enough for the both of us.
Maybe that's why
You didn't care...