So I’m staying
or delaying?
maybe making a mistake
I can feel my personality fraying
into the fabric of someone else

and then he pulls away
my gut says

but I guess I should thank him
for making us be our own people

I slipped yesterday
back to an old pattern
I didn’t get out of bed until 2
my mind running in circles
tracing anxiety pathways
carving deeper
the ones that link my depression
and then all I am is fear

it was just shocking
brought on by a single action
I wasn’t 100% sure I had PTSD
but fuck if I didn’t prove it to me


do I need a trigger warning naked in bed with my boyfriend
with his head between my legs

I don’t want this
I mean I want this
‘no it’s good I’m just nervous’
‘no no don’t stop’

‘it seems like you don’t want to do this’

there’s the reaction
the frustration
the brushoff

because I’m sensitive

‘I thought you liked that I’m sensitive’

it reeks of days
days when postpartum depression
made me stay

even in shadows of anger
fear of tongue tied
misspoken words
and hands bigger than mine
a mind
weaker than mine
than mine

my voice is small
face expressionless
heavy like sand
bitten by the poisonous snake that sits in the pit of my stomach
unable to move

it’s so hard to remember
these are not the same people
though built the same in stature
and familiar repose

my reaction is uncontrollable
I’m sorry I’m scared of you

Come With Me

Come with me
we keep saying the timing is wrong
but maybe it’s perfect
we’re just scared to hold on

Come with me
breath air somewhere else
we can climb mountains
you can bloody find yourself
Come with me
because by now I can’t let you go
and we’re on the same page
as far as I know
Come with me
You know I don’t believe in fate
there just something about us
we can’t duplicate
Baby, come with me
I love you
Come with me

“And when I think of my youth
I think of my freedom
And when I think of my freedom
I feel so alone
And when I feel lonely
I want you to hold me
Hold me in your arms”
-Anais Mitchell


I’m full of smoke and nicotine
I never expected to be this person
didn’t think I’d be just like my mother
albeit more content
I wonder what dad would say


I keep leaving blood stains on all my clothes
calling it femininity
washing off intruding voices


I probably drink too much
but I love just enough
towing lines of good and bad

who am I
who am I
I wasn’t expecting-
I don’t know if I ever could expect myself

this self that I hold dear
self that wants only to bring goodness


oh we are so many things
you and I
and we are the same
flecks in sunlight
hands full of dirt
that’s all


For a Nervous Young Woman

From a good man

I’ll obviously support you staying. But as someone who wants to know you better, I think you should go.
Vermont will be right here, doing the same shit.
The world is so cool and full of endless random opportunity.

You’re so good to me.

Like. Girl. First. You’re fucking huge.
I don’t care about new people much.
When you walk into a room it’s obvious.
Vermont this second is struggling to contain you.
You’re so smart and beautiful, you deserve to meet people from all over the world.
To get crushes and make friends and be scared and alone and in new places.

Ahh it sounds so good, I’m so unsure but fuck I need to go.
Still love me when I come back.

I’ll love you more when you come back.
I’ll follow your journey and remind you you’re beautiful when you’re on the side of the road and lonely and lost,
and high five you when you’re in cities with babes discovering yourself and how amazing you are.

I wouldn’t let someone stay for me.

I know you’re right.


For a Vermont Farm Boy

I can’t stay because I love you
I can’t stay because I’m afraid you’ll forget me
I can’t stay to smoke cigarettes on the beach
I can’t stay to lose heat

but I want to
I really want to
I want to fall
I want to wake up together

I need you to send me
send me off into the abyss
of endless roads
off to feel small and cry alone
on tundras in cold thin air

and then I will come back to you
and there will never be a what if


sorry I don’t call
sorry I don’t write
I know I don’t owe you anything
but you know me
I hate to leave you hanging

I’ve been synced with this new england weather
soft like snow, and warm as the fire
happily swallowed up in my bedroom
but it’s no excuse
your poor self feeling dragged along
due to my lack of communication

just how do I wrench myself from a life so intoxicating
to be pulled into a screen
to tell you of my dreams

I’m wasn’t lying
when I told you
I haven’t spoken to anyone back home
in forever

Oh my nougat

I met someone last week
my voice is cracking, ’cause I’ve been smoking more
but I’m breathing deeper
staying up later
but seeing more sunlight
laughing harder
and my cheeks just hurt at the end of the day
every moment is slow
waking up under that college boy tapestry make me not want to leave in may
that’s so soon
and I was so ready
suddenly burlington is exactly where I want to be
I’m just so
I almost what to blame it on the weather
but I think
it’s acting like a child that’s doing it

I guess I’m scared