Poems from Ezra Lee
Why am I the easy one when you too, were in the act?
Why does my vagina limit me, to every single terrible thing just associated with sex?...
In that moment you compliment me,
i May feel
the tiniest bit pretty
i May give a nice smile hiding my eyes with fake blush
and I May fake a...
I can’t feel.
i am depressed.
i am suicidal.
i try to fix myself like I have before.
if these happened then, I wouldn’t be here.
i am...
You haunt my dreams.
you make great symbolism of fragile details
The terrible huge fiery crash which I just so missed,
was perfectly fine....
The voices I hear are ones I cherish so much
while they say the worst
they slice through the soft fluff of my mind like arrow through doe...