suicide hotline

Hello I can’t sleep, I’ve fallen in love with all the monsters inside my head

because they’re the only ones in my life who have cared enough to stay.

The other night I read about an old woman who died crushed beneath

a pile of her deceased husband’s suits and ties

and was only discovered three months later

by which time all the moths had flocked to eat holes in the clothing.

Don’t let that happen to me, please.

Don’t let me die crushed beneath this sadness

Waiting for all the monsters inside my head to flock like vultures

at the chance of finally being able to be let out.

Hello I can’t sleep either and this is why I do this job.

Listening to strangers on the other end sob.

I have monsters inside my head too; sometimes they sound just like you.

They whisper that everything is hopeless

and there’s no way out.

But they’re beautiful too.

As are you.

Because no matter what happens tonight or from now on,

they’ve found something they love and that, that is enough,

to help them stay.

Princess and the Frog

Princess, one day fuck will only be a swear word in your vocabulary

and someone will make love to you the way you deserve.

There is a difference between making and taking.

and there is a difference between a man who will kiss you like a promise

that he intends to keep

and a man who will kiss you like a promise that he will break

the same way he snaps a heart in half without wishing on the longest piece

of the one bone that’s left intact inside it.

Princess, one day that same heart will be the one you don’t cross

and hope to die on, but the one you choose to live on.

Wait for the ghosts that haunt you not with bad memories

but with so many good ones that they fill your brain with confetti

made up of all the most beautiful experiences you’ve ever had.

And let ‘em shower down on you til you understand that partying

doesn’t always have to involve parting ways

with everything you hold near and dear.

Sometimes the prince is disguised as the frog.

Sometimes, princess, you learn more from the crash landings

than the seatbelts.

So the next time you open your mouth to another

wait to make sure there’s a poem inside.