I started writing poetry at the age of 12Because I didn’t know how to put into wordsThe feeling I got when Mike from geometryTold me I was pretty.I wrote a haiku that day called “eyes”I don’t even remember what I wrote downWhat he looked like, If I replied.I just remember the tectonic plates of my heartSlowly merging to form mountains and oceans,I was on top of the world.Do you remember the fir...

Will you still love me when I’m a howling wind, pushing against your very foundations? I’m a tornado, constantly sucking in and spitting out. Some days I drown in the quagmires of my psychobiological dysfunction, others I freeze, locked in the icy grip of trauma. On other days I race through a thousand thoughts a minute and impulsively damage things, most often myself. You deserve someone that ...