Soft Disasters

Poems about glitter bruises ,hidden tears and little bits of hope

[baby-junnet]

Love, never own

My baby, l’ve never call you like that though

You’re always so dear to me

Gave me butterflies and peace at the same moment

My love, I’ve never called you though

You’re always had a crush on him

Glad to hear that you are together

Soundless confession on valentine’s eve

That was enough to feed my fantasy

But just one thing,

I always wanted to hold your hand

Just the two of us, where nobody tease us

Cigarette’s getting shorter

Someday, Somebody, take this wound

[baby-junnet]

What Remains

When I’m gone,

could I come back as the rain?

so I could see

if you were sad or not?

Will I see

my stupid wisdom teeth

remain in the ash,

thrown away into the ditch?

Will I reunite with myself?

[baby-junnet]

Firstborn Daughter

The laziness of a firstborn daughter

Doing so much behind the curtain

But always getting caught doing nothing

Desperate for a head pat

But always hiding tears behind the curtain

The attitude of a firstborn daughter

She has so many secrets she never shows

Just can’t share them with unauthorized personnel

But she won a prize for best customer service at work

The anger of a firstborn daughter

She is twenty-four and still being yelled at

That is not her entire personality

She wants a miracle, not a lesson

I sink into my pillow instead of touching grass

Because the scab won’t heal