Parts

Sometimes it’s hard to take only pieces and parts

Of the people who raised you and broke your heart

To take the fire and leave the narcissist

To leave the affair and take the heart of it

To leave the broken vase shattered that was thrown across the room

And gently pick up the flowers in their delicate full bloom

M.A.P

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Close up of the broken bowl with lilies on a table.

Never Me

It’s never me that writes the poetry

It’s when he’s screaming at me that he writes it all quickly

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It happens when he traces his finger over my body

It’s never me that writes the poetry

It’s them whispering behind my back that echo’s back to me so loudly

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It’s the tears that form the flowing stories

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It happens when she hits the words into me

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It’s the friends that I thought were a guarantee

Or the ones that left to get a degree or went a little too far into mixology

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It’s the words of the two divorce attorneys

It’s never me who writes the poetry

It’s everyone who has ever known me

M.A.P

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Tattoo

I want my body to turn into poetry 

I want his hand to glide across the pages

I want strangers to read me like a book 

I want the world to feel raw through the ages 

I want my family to understand how beautiful i am

I don’t mind standing out 

I want them to know how powerful i am 

I don’t mind be talked about 

I want my children to trace the stories on my skin and ask me to read it to them

All you see is a tattoo that you wish wasn’t there

I’m turning myself into art sealing the brokenness with gold paint

But all you see is that my brokenness is being accentuated everywhere

M.A.P

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My Tattoo based off of Rupi Kaur’s Poetry

Very Badly

Art steals everything away from you severly

It strips you down until you are naked completely

It takes your mind and drains it until you are empty

It makes you its only friend so at least you’re not lonely

I don’t think I ever want to be just happy

Just empty

And sadly I think I want that very very badly

M.A.P

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