It's Silence I Crave, It's Why I Swim

Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

Baby, who has two phones?

Regrets, the day I was lured by your scent

Regrets, the day you took my heart

Nah

The day I let you take my heart

regrets

The sprint to my descent was quick

Regrets

Gave my most beautiful painting to a blind man

Regrets

Llife coloured in a portrait of black and brown

Regrets

I'd barter my soul just to get back my heart

Regrets

Regrets

Regrets

Hopefully

One day

Contentment

2018.04.21

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself

I Always Feel You

Twenty seconds of courage that's all you need, twenty seconds

Playing for keeps

From Sage Enderton’s chapbook, WHERE DO DEAD GIRLS WANDER?, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/where-do-dead-girls-wander-by-sage-katherine-enderton

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself