I Have So Much To Tell You

My Friend Told Me She Was Sinking And I Told Her We All Are

And these days
I can't help feeling like the creases on my face are fault lines
And every time I open my mouth, I swear
I can feel my brain crumbling
As something inside me cracks
But I didn't mean to say that

They say that we are 60% water
And I guess that means we all have
The potential to be typhoons
And I guess that means
I have the potential to be your typhoon
After all, my emotions
My words
My not-so-pretty 2 AM thoughts
Crashing against your
Preconceived notion
Of what it means to be adored.
I'm sorry I'm a storm.
I'm sorry that my curve-less,
daddy long-legged frame
Could not fold itself into your
sandcastle fortress
That girls with my arms
With my stomach bulge
With my fat face
Are not the kind of girls chosen to carve
themselves into lonesome
Wooden Angels
That frequent seas of the brightest blue
And of the brightest vessels

I'm sorry that my waves splash upon
The walls you've been molding
So precisely since the day
Your arrogant scumbag of a subconscious
Told you you were nothing
You were worthless
You were not wanted
Without another who was both prettier
Yet lesser than you
On your arm

Those four lonely walls around your heart
started out as sand
Folding smoothly into the curvature
Of your calloused palms
In order to be pressed
claustrophobically together
Until the next mermaid girl
Came along
With her own brand of seaweed to
Help you breathe underwater
Yet adding
Her own special addiction addition
To your flagged stronghold

Complete with the rocks
That lived in your stomach
for 12 days when you realized
That sirens so often sang with silence
Instead of with song
And that's why people so often
Go unnoticed until they drown
Those sad,
decrepit gallstones
That now make up the tower your
Mermaid queen tosses her flowing, guilt-golden
Locks from

But you're right
I'm not one of those girls
I'm a typhoon
And I'm sorry
I ruined your castle, but maybe you ruined me
After all, there's a reason
People share names with storms.

AN: This was actually the first slam poem I've ever written. Please give me both negative and positive feedback. I really like spoken word poetry and I'd like to get better at writing it. This was inspired by a poem written by Caitlyn Siehl. She's amazing and I encourage you to Google her and read some of her art.