Paper Hearts

When I was little, I drew my mom a heart

She said, “Be careful with that,”


I never knew what she meant

until I met you.



By: Amelia Faith Pratt

Age 20




How do people do it

They hand over their heart like a key

Let’s buy a house, he says

And have kids, she adds

She is not suffocated by his arm on her waist


He does not feel nauseous when she inches closer

Her mind doesn’t scream back away when he says he loves her


He doesn’t cringe at commitment

How do people open themselves up

When all I know how to do

Is shrink

By: Amelia Faith Pratt

Age 20

Wet Pavement

The rain falls

and I sit

Thinking of how each droplet

Hitting the pavement

Not grass



Ceasing to exist as it was created to be

Reminds me of the way

I became

When you made me believe

Like I wasn’t enough

By: Amelia Faith Pratt

Age 20


To Start

No one cares

He trembles

I whisper

Let me be the one to start

By: Amelia Faith Pratt

Age 20



“Fuck you.”

The words rolled off his lips like a boulder and plowed into me like a wave

His cheeks were flushed and his eyes wild and his fists clenched

I stood with tear stained cheeks and a bruised spirit

Soaking in the words of hatred from the man who was supposed to protect me from people who say things like this

They tell you to brush it off when the girl at school is mean

To turn your cheek when they catcall you in the street

But what are you supposed to do

When the man who raised you to do these things

Is the one you’re fighting off

fighting father

By: Amelia Pratt

Age 20


To The Girl I Used To Be

I’m sorry for

Ripping your skin and

Starving your body

Pouring poison in your mind and

Shoving lies down your throat

I’m sorry for

Letting someone touch your body while

They touched someone else’s heart

Putting popularity over


And glamour over


Forgive me

For now I am trying to do it right

— to the girl I used to be

By: Amelia Pratt

Age 20


Hotel Room Nights

Stand up, I mutter under my breath. I beg God for understanding. Kindness. Grace.

The bottle is rolling at my feet.

Please, I plea. My knuckles are white. Her fingers are holding the weight of her limp and uncontrolled body.

I can feel every part of her giving up.

I’m the kid here, I whisper. The tears begin to well up. Hold them in, I scream. They have no place here.

I bite my cheek and grind my teeth.

I hate him, she cries. Her legs fold beneath her and her face crumples into her hands. Love isn’t supposed to look like this, I think.

He sleeps in a hotel again.

By: Amelia Pratt

Age 20


Dandelion People

People are like dandelions
Used for selfish desires
Easy to pick 
And blown off without a second thought
People are like dandelions
Full of wishes and dreams
That too often float away
People are like dandelions
Overlooked for prettier ones and
Taken only when they’re needed

People are like dandelions
Resilient in the storm and
Strong under judgment
People are like dandelions
Floating in the sun and
Swaying in the breeze
People are like dandelions
Soft and assuring
Full of hope and expectancy 
Which type will you choose to believe?

By: Amelia Pratt

Age 20

From The Sea I Rise

What do you tell someone
Whose tears fall more often than her eyes blink

That she can save herself from the sea that she’s cried
If only she would stand up

How do you convince someone of their worth
When all they see when they look in the mirror is someone with scars on their past 

Targets on their future 

Who can save someone

Who insists on burning herself to stay warm

When the one person they trusted dropped their heart

After promising to hold it steady

In this life I know one thing to be true–
The only person who can save them
Is themselves 

By: Amelia Pratt

Age 20