Growing up, it was frustrating to be chasing, hoping, wanting, waiting for perfection, unattainable. Too many scars
By Kaiya Christiansenabout a year ago in Poets
Sometimes I feel like I’ve gone through the wash but I’m supposed to be hand-dry. Life is a dog chewing on my nose, regardless of where I am
By Kaiya Christiansen3 years ago in Poets
Sometimes I think I’m healing. I’m better, I don’t feel anxious. My friends can tell. It feels good. I talk to boys, and I laugh hard.
I do not fall in love lightly. It is irregular. It is not gentle. He sat, in my second hour class, where I wrote essays
By Kaiya Christiansen4 years ago in Poets
When I was ten years old, I developed freckles, and cried for days. I hated them. I didn’t like the way the dark spots stood out,
By Kaiya Christiansen5 years ago in Poets
