#isn't forever

[lifeinpoetry]

Some things become more beautiful in their abandonment but not me.

Amy Key, from “The Best Is Yet to Come,” Isn't Forever

[kiaki-mimi]

[lifeinpoetry]

I have forgiven the lies I’ve been told that were intended to soothe me.

Amy Key, from “The Best Is Yet to Come,” Isn't Forever

[lifeinpoetry]

I reached too hard for courage and pushed it further down inside me. I reached too hard for the sparring part of me pushed it beyond reach.

— Amy Key, from “The Best Is Yet to Come,” Isn't Forever

[lifeinpoetry]

‘No’ is golden, but your / fucked-up self will try to tell you otherwise.

Amy Key, from “She lacks confidence, she craves admiration / insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in / the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.” Isn't Forever

[lifeinpoetry]

The boundaries between self-sabotage and self-nourish have never been murkier. Fear of being abandoned by yourself is near-epidemic.

— Amy Key, from “She lacks confidence, she craves admiration / insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in / the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.” Isn't Forever

[lifeinpoetry]

– bliss is quite traumatic. Love is a costume with a deadly meaning. Myself, my ego, we know what we’re striving for, my personal extravaganza.

— Amy Key, from “She lacks confidence, she craves admiration / insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in / the eyes of others. She does not dare to be herself.” Isn't Forever

[lifeinpoetry]

I was a girl……………………………………….. chasing her own blood……………………………

— Amy Key, from “Sensory notes on Music for 18 Musicians,” Isn't Forever