in the end
i want my heart
to be covered
in stretch marks

— Andrea Gibson (via feellng)

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Because I still haven’t learned how
to tell the whole truth yet.

Because I still can’t speak when
certain people are watching.

Because I have a lot of questions
but give a lot of answers.

Because I can’t breathe.

Because I am always in love and
never brave with it.

Because my mouth isn’t a kingdom.
Has never been a kingdom.
Could never be a kingdom.

Do you even know? The difference
between being soft and
being suffocated?
Because I don’t.

Because I wrap my hand
around the fist.
Because I put the blanket over
the fire.
Because I kiss the wound and
wear it like lipstick.

Don’t leave me behind. Don’t
forget about me. Don’t hold
it against me.

Because I’m still young.
Because I have time.
Because I’m still young.
Because I have time.
Because saying that doesn’t feel
as free as it used to.


Caitlyn Siehl, Have Time
(After “Because” by Melissa May)
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