There Is Room for All of You Here

by Michaela Angemeer

i still can’t cry without a laugh making my sadness palatable has become second nature

you can’t outsmart a cycle if you’re too afraid to watch it spin

do we accept the love we think we deserve or do we accept the love we were taught we deserved

the only thing worse than saying goodbye is standing in the doorway for an hour

why do i have to make my anger agreeable like i'm not allowed to be mad unless i immediately tie it up in a bow

when you spend your whole life doing things you don’t want to do it’s hard to stop

i know vulnerability feels like prying your chest open with scarred palms, but what if it’s worth it? what if you find someone just as soft as you.

i don’t wanna move too fast but do you want to love me

i didn't know there would be so much to grieve for the past love i never received