this is a swan song to all the boys who told me i’m too much of something:
too sad too cool too young too emotional.
i remember every word you said.
when i sleep flowers grow from my stretch marks i felt hollow in my chest last week but this morning the cool breeze wakes me gently and i smell the lilacs across the street
to all the boys who hurt me i say
thank you
for recognizing that you didn’t deserve to sleep beside me for making me think it was a bad thing to feel “too much” for leaving the light on when you left
i stand in the garden the cool grass kissing my bare feet starlings singing a mourning song to grieve who i was before i met you and i’m welcomed home to myself











