the witch

they can’t see my fire
but I can feel it burning
and growing
I can feel its warmth
hot flames sparking
the witch
inside me


she gets set back
but it’s okay

she gets tired
but it’s okay

she makes mistakes
and has regrets
but it’s okay

underneath the
self-doubt and
she is still strong
she can overcome

but for tonight
she will just rest

a buzz and a bing

a little hi
a quick how are you
an easy hey
a fast what’s up
and simple
enough to show an interest

more to share
but I’m holding back
slow down
don’t move too fast
don’t be
just be


sometimes I still feel tied to you
weighted down by

were you never who I thought you were?
was I never what I thought I was?

one foot out
one foot in
done but still dealing with
still working on
everything that went wrong

Sometimes it feels like I am waiting to see your face on my phone, so I can argue with myself about whether to swipe left or right.

I feel like a piece of me is missing again. After losing what I thought was supposed to be my life, I found and rediscovered parts of me I never realized I had lost. And still. In this very moment, I feel empty. There is a space inside me with nothing in it. There is a hole, a void. I don’t think it is another person that is missing. It’s something of me. I wonder if I have been giving up little pieces of my soul this entire time. I am confused about what I want, about what I need. I don’t know what it is that’s missing. Is it connection? Is it validation? Is it love? I think I need all of those things–from myself.