big thoughts in small form

i will write haiku so that my big feelings don’t take up too much room i know well enough silence wields no rejection so i stay silent. the feminine urge to scream like a wounded beast but i just say no. i am seventeen my mere age is poetic just like a haiku to be six again is what the sky hears when i wish upon the stars i sleep and i dream so many things left unsaid. in sleep, we made peace solitude my friend, would you tell me if I was meant to be in love? love me tenderly i asked, instead you left me tender like a bruise you were the wrong one to give all my love to but maybe you need it. oh give me guidance what do i do with this heart that just falls apart. god, when did i start writing poetry like this about you again?