Telling myself I'm talented, pretending to be deep, fooling others into thinking I'm clever- enjoy.

 

i’ll dab my lipstick on
some cigarette butts bc i don’t really care
about the smoke
that’ll kill my heart.

and i don’t really care about
the cuts by my gut because
no one
could be wondering
just how i look outside of the dark.

N.F.

the fact that there are RIGHTS movements we have to fight for in our country because people thought we weren’t worth having them is appalling and why i can’t take memorial day as seriously as it is. 
because the enemy isn’t outside the country, it’s inside.

N,F.

i just smoked outside in the cold again today and wrote outside in the cold post sunrise and sat there still wrote until our new song got retold.

N.F.

is it weird that i want to be fucked outside, bare with nature in the rain. especially in the country side, there are stars in the petals, making them crystal jars.

N.F.

i remember you telling me

i remember
you telling me

how i was the romantics of your
parents in person: my travel ambitions
their honeymoon; my favorite song
theirs’
first danced as one.

i remember you
telling me

about your insecurities
and fears. the way you
wrapped in circles
because you believed heartbreak
only came from officiality .

i remember
you
telling me

that i’m pretty,
brilliant, and passionate. that i deserve someone
who could
bring the same
traits as me. you didn’t realize
you were writing yourself.
it all seemed
like a magical thing, but
you were hidden in insecurity.
and now
they’re only memories. 

i remember you.

N.F.

mama, did you hear your baby cry? tomorrow morning, you’ll see patches down her neck, bruises between her thighs, but all you’ll do is look on in contempt. 

mama, mama, how could you think this was her sin?  she was screaming and thrashing; nothing she stated implies desires,. even with this through sex; what part of passion leads to a black eye and indian burns vandalizing her arms?

mama. 

mama, didn’t you realize this all happened in your basement?

mama, you must have, you switched the narrative of what she did to me. 

mama, you were so obsessed with your baby being a dyke, you didn’t seem to care about that night she died. 

mama, you din’t ask. now she starves, cuts, and pries herself to oblivion. 

mama. 

mama, what kind of monster just ignores her baby’s cries?

N.F.

our hair was somehow entangled during sex, and i’m starting to wonder how my best friends handle it; theirs is so much longer. but the purple and gold somehow made us become the royalty of the byzantine empire. our first kiss should have been that first hit. after all, i’m too stubborn to wear effective hoods and you went ahead and sheltered me- though it may have just been for the weed; i have trouble differentiating motives. 

N.F.

(Source: iamnicssoulandmind)

Journal Entry

I’m essentially being left behind by each and all edge of whatever familiality I’ve had. I live in a double with my sister, my best friend. But let’s face it. I live alone because I could never reach first prize and should have realized once a boy reached the picture, I was in the sewers. I can’t even begin to ponder on my own situation. After all. Four years ago, I was a lesbian, but now I’m realizing the government finds me unreal and and lately I just have been falling for straight boys but will they know about me or just my body? I’m either made for second place ‘bro’ or a pity fuck once every three weeks.

But god. I might have fallen in love with this one, like I say about each one like they’re the first time for real. But I’m sure I’ve chased him away yet again. I’m not sure if my anxiety’s the perpetuate here, the pattern behind my abuse five years ago, or what but i can’t tell him on account he thinks I can’t trust him.

But I’m frightened of how much I do now and it’s making me bleed more than I have on my bathtub floor. I’m scared the weight just reacted its capacity. So. That’s why I take these steps back. And I want you, want you to see me and give me more than your bimonthly make outs. “You’re not a hallucination” kisses in overbearing places. And et cetera.

I love the idea of being the first to message. And first to call. To ask me over. I remember your particular vulnerability but I want your intimacy and I know you’re the one needing things in fifth gear. So please say the four little letters because I’m sure next time I have too much whiskey, rum, wine, i’ll probably smoke weed more frequently and nicotine will fill my head. And I’ll tell you that I’m unsure, but I might just so uncomfortably do. 

N.F

(Source: iamniccssoulandmind)

five months
since i started the idea
that i would be a koi fish.

i couldn’t kill myself for
something so
basic- i couldn’t reward with
killing myself- so

I became the mindset
I was no longer
human.

Lately
I’ve forgotten the purpose
but when
I told you the philosophy,
I wanted you
to

tell me
I
make a beautiful human too. 

N.F.

(Source: iamnicssoulandmind)