Tag: me

  • how to be me

    be terminally honest
    different to the point of a fault
    while also
    indifferent, somehow

    be genetically and wholly unabashed
    be careless and
    care less
    and want
    and be so, so impatient
    and impulsive –
    tell yourself it’s
    a good combination

    love yourself
    try
    even when you don’t
    give yourself a reason to

    be shameless
    know fear as a terrifying tool
    open up like a lotus flower
    or a bulging trash can
    better out than in

    talk to yourself
    repeat things to yourself
    get some good responses
    appreciate yourself

    don’t change

    be unabashed

  • Fog Lights

    This is the new normal.
    Take it and run with it because it’s all there is. 

    So what, we have to go to therapists now
    just to have someone who will listen?
    Just to have someone who understands
    or at least listens for long enough to realise
    there’s something there yearning
    to be understood? 

    Someone to shine a light in the fog:
    I’m starting to realise that’s all I’ve ever
    really wanted from anyone. 

    My door has always been wide open,
    now flung off the hinges as I sit
    muttering to myself: “This is the new normal.”

    I am still adamant that I’ve never cared
    what anyone else thinks about me. I just care about
    how I’m treated. That’s not the same thing.
    I’ll be myself even if it kills me.
    At the very least, I’ll try to understand me.

    I have never been more honest in my poetry than I am these days, and I have never loved writing more.