“I wonder if she wants a lover or a writing prompt” **clickclickclickclick**

“When I asked her what she lived about him she says I know this is bad but he was so terrible to me that I never ran out of things to write about. I wonder if she wants a lover or a writing prompt. There is a certain high to hating yourself.” - this whole bit right here encapsulates so many toxic relationships. You grow addicted to the abuse because you believe the abuse is giving you something not taking something from you. This was a brilliant poem, Blythe is wonderful.

I picked a good poem to listen to. I picked a bad time to listen to it.

“I will be whatever you want me to be” “That’s the problem” - I felt that

She tells me "I don't know how to love anyone with me whole being" I tell her "I don't know how to not" In an effort to make her stay, I tell her "I will be anything you want me to be" She tells me "That is the problem" rip me

“When she tells me that she loves me, and that she has a lying problem, on the same day...I know I’m f***ed” I felt that

“she tells me, ‘i don’t know how to love anyone with my whole being,’ and all at once, i feel so stupid, and so small, as i tell her, ‘well, i don’t know how to not.’” i love love love

The only thing sadder than the poem itself is how many people (such as myself) relate to it.

Idk what’s harder, being the girl stuck on someone who hurt you when you have found someone who is good to you or being in love with the girl who is still stuck on someone who hurt them.

It's been a while since I heard this one but it still gets me, "I do not hate him for becoming the flood in my backyard, I do not hate myself for falling in love with a drought dressed like a girl, but I do hate myself for falling in love with feeling loved. Years later she is drunk when she tells me, 'loving you is the kindest thing I almost did' and how impossible it is to train the heart to sit'." One of the earliest spoken word poets I ever listened to and you still catch me at every line.

it was the year we woke up holding hands ike the otters do she mentions i'd look cute with a gap so i stopped wearing my retainer altogether when she tells me that she loves me and that she has a lying problem on the same day i know i'm completly and utterly fucked she makes me watch star wars with her and she doesn't even watch it she watches me watching it to make sure i'm reacting propertly i read her daily horoscope to her while she gets ready even though she doesn't believe it she stills tries to act interested in astrology and all that hippy dippy trippy shit i believe in but can't prove i fall in love with her quickly the way she wanted me to all skin and poem and diet coke listening to regina spektor on her bed while she calls me baby girl and plays with my hair when i find find a boys hair in the rough drafts of her poems i pretend not to when i ask her what she loved about him she says i know this is bad but he was so terrible to me i never ran out of things to write about. i wonder if she wants a lover or a writing prompt there is a certain high to hating yourself she told me once i try not to point the irony as she tries to explain how unheatlhy our relationship is between the drags of her cigarette when she taks me on a date to the same rink she used to roller-skate with her last love i do not stop when she apologizes for the way he is still key to her art i assure her it is no problem i try not to be jealous of his sheer good fortune i do not hate him for becoming the flood in my back yard i do not hate myself for falling in love with a drought dressed like a girl but i do hate myself for falling in love with feeling loved years later she is drunk when she tells me loving you is the kindest thing i almost did and how impossible it is to train the heart to sit the last time she shouts at me my name foams madly at her mouth she tells me i don't know how to love anyone with my all being and all at once i feel so stupid and so small as i tell her well i don't know how to not in an effort to get her to stay i promise i will be whatever you want me to be she tells me that is the problem (sorry if there are any mistakes)

“he was so terrible to me, that I never ran out of things to write about” this hit me hard because this is very very true!! It was always in the times of darkness, and hurt by past relationships that sparked my greatest poetry! This was beautiful ♥️

I see Blythe, I click.

"I do hate myself for falling in love with feeling loved" "Loving you is the kindest thing I almost did"" And how impossible it is, to teach the heart to sit"

"There is a certain high to hating yourself..."

the last 2 sentences... those 2 describe my past relationship exactly. No wait, those last 2 sentences are EXACTLY the words spoken in my last relationship. and it hurts. it hurts to love with everything you've got and not get it back, but also it's amazing. Until the point you're willing to change your whole being for someone else. Thank you Blythe for putting this into words

I almost hate this because I relate so completely to the girl this is about, some of us are too emotionally unattached to be able to form healthy relationships without hurting the other party, so I don't have relationships anymore. Love this poem Blythe! Even if it did feel like you were talking about me the entire time

The whole "I'll be whatever you want me to be" + "That's the problem" thing sucks too, al'right. When someone gives everything you too, to the point they loose themselves is a WHOLE mess. It's stressful, it makes you feel sick. It has you wondering what you'll do and how you'll do it so you don't hurt them, you don't break them, it makes you swallow up your words, your feelings, because the moment you say something they'll break down. Becoming someone's world is the scariest thing I've ever felt, to the point they'd do anything for me, that just terrifies me. That's not love, that's idolatry, and I don't want something like that.

I immediately clicked when I saw Blythe!! Love her work and this is great 💕💞💖

"it was the year we woke up holding hands like otters do she mentions i would look cute with a gap so i stop wearing my retainer all together when she tells me that she loves me and that she has a lying problem on the same day i know i am completely and utterly fucked she makes me watch star wars with her and then she doesn’t even watch it she watches me watching it to make sure i’m reacting properly i read her daily horoscope to her while she gets ready even though she doesn’t believe in it she still tries to act interested in astrology and all that other hippy-dippy-trippy shit i believe in but can’t prove i fall in love with her quickly the way she wanted me to all skin and poem and diet coke listening to regina spector on her bed while she calls me baby girl and plays with my hair when i find a boys hair in the rough drafts of her poems i pretend not to when i ask her what she loved about him she says i know this is bad but he was so terrible to me i never ran out of things to write about i wonder if she a lover or a writing prompt there is a certain high to hating yourself she told me once i try not to point out the irony as she explains how unhealthy our relationship is between drags of her cigarette when she takes me on a date to the same rink she used to roller skate at with her last love i do not sob when she apologizes for the way he is still the spare key to her art i assure her it is no problem i try not to be jealous of his sheer good fortune i do not hate him for becoming the flood in my backyard i do not hate myself for falling in love with a drought dressed like a girl but i do hate myself for falling in love with feeling loved years later she is drunk when she tells me loving you is the kindest thing i almost did and how impossible it is to train the heart to sit the last time she shouts at me byname foams madly in her mouth she tells me i don’t know how to love anyone with my whole being and all at once i feel so stupid and so small as i tell her well i don’t know how to not in an effort to get her to stay i promise her i will be whatever you want me to be she tells me that is the problem"

I love Blythe Baird. She is such an amazing poet

"there is a certain high to hating yourself" no truer words have ever been spoken.

"In an effort to get her to stay I tell her I will be whatever you want me to be she tell me that Is the problem " this whole poem speaks to me but that last line in particular.....just damn

Blythe you have been a major inspiration for years. Thanks for writing and sharing it with the world, because the world wouldn't be the same without your words.

This is honestly probably one of my new favorites.

Blythe Baird and Sabrina Benaim are my favorites. Wow I absolutely love them and how meaningful every word is. Every syllable is a metaphor.

I didn’t realise you could love a poem in the same way you can love a song

Blythe has written so many poems that are amazing! Astounding talent! I love this one - - the honesty about the pain! Hurts my heart for her, and for me because I relate to this so much, but there is joy at the same time for the beauty in the way she is able to express it all! Thank you, Blythe, for putting words to what I could not! Bless you!

this poem is EVERYTHING

God her poetry can make me cry even when I never had the experience

"In an effort to get her to stay I promise her, 'I will be anything you want me to be'. She tells me, 'That is the problem.'"

She's such a good poet and her mention of astrology immediately made me love her more

Hands down my favourite poet! I love this woman, I'm so glad she's back!

It is impossible for Blythe Baird to write a poem I don't absolutely love.

OH MY GOD I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR THIS POEM FOR DAYS,I ONLY REMEMBERED THE LAST TO SENTENCES AND I FELL IN LOVE,I FINALLY FOUND IT THANK YOU!!!

“i do not hate him for becoming the flood in my back yard i do not hate myself for falling in love with the drought dressed like a girl but i do hate myself for falling in love with feeling loved.” FUCK THIS KILLED ME

I come back to this almost every 2 months...

Blythe's poems are so good it makes my head buzz. Anyone else?

Here it is, I will be what ever you want me to be. So many times.

Something I didn't pick up on until now: when she says "I will be whatever you want me to be" which is responded with "that is the problem", is it open to interpretation? Maybe it's that the girl wants her to be a boy, and that's the one thing she can't be no matter what. Or that the girl recognizes that she holds the power to get Blythe to do anything she wants, and she knows that she will abuse that power, so she's "saving" Blythe.

"There's a certain high in hating yourself"

I wish she would perform all of her poems live ❤️

I love Blythe, so much and this hit home. I love her work so much

ughhhh I've been waiting for a good recording of this poem for so long

Blythe's poetry is always so relatable to me, it breaks my heart & soothes it at the same time every single time

This poem is incredible! I relate to it so much it's insane. It perfectly describes my last relationship down to every tiny detail its almost like it came directly out of my head (that is if I had the poem writing skills of a GODDESS). Amazing, Blythe!

I love all of Blythe's poems

chills. i always get chills when she performs :)

I’ve never related to a poem more than I do to this one. Every single line hit too close to home, and I love it. 💙

"I dont know how to love anyone with my whole being' and all at once I feel so stupid and so small as I tell her 'I dont know how to not'" BLYTHE THIS IS GORGEOUS

I love her poetry, she’s one of my favorites!! ❤️❤️

Wow. This was hurt and heart all in one.

I needed this.

I love you Blythe! Always watch your new poems with my mum

There have been so many great lines in this performance that I don't know which one to quote but rather have her whole poem copied and pasted here if someone asks me which part was the best.... absolutely amazing

This poem somehow broke my heart, again

Seeing this live was amazing! Thank you for such an incredible show and an even more incredible connection

Baird you're so amazing, I love this

This hit me hard but I love it 💖

I love her so much 😍

This touches me personally because of a recent break up I had

Why I love so much her poems...they always touch me deep...

I hate this poem so much that I love it. I hate how every single word that slips through those teeth fall into my lap like a dog begging for attention. I feel it in my skin and soaking into my veins those words that she speaks, I can relate to so much. I never knew I could love something I hate and instead of hate something I love.

I relate so much to both sides of this story. This made my day ❤️❤️

Loving you is the kindest thing I almost did - wow... That really hurts

I’m crying in the club right now

This is really heavy. Thinking it could happen between man and woman, man and man, woman and woman. "And an effort to get her to stay I promise her, I will be whatever you want me to be"

Love blythe!!

Her poems are so great. like if you don't like then i don't think you human.

So excited to see this new Blythe Baird poem

Yall know when you see Blythe its a MANDATORY WATCH

Blythe's poetry is so beautiful. By that I don't mean that it's glorified. I just mean that it's real and raw.

I think most people listening to this poem identity and relate with Blythe yet i find myself reaching to the girlfriend and seeing myself in her

my heart i felt this so much

so powerful. ❤️

I love Blythe's poems

Ahhhh. This is way too much. So real. Too painful. Blythe, you are talented beyond description. Your poems, especially this one, tug at the strings that hold my heart in place and I feel it moving in my chest. Thank you for your raw honesty. That girl did not deserve you.

Love you Blythe

Immensely talented. 💙

Beautiful depiction of pain

"she tells me 'i don't know how to love anyone with my whole being', and all at once i fell so small and so stupid as i tell her 'well, i dont know how to not'"

This is perfect in every possible way

OMG wow. Everything she writes is so beautiful!!!

Left me speechless again, love you Blythe 💜💜

I think she just broke my heart

this is a good poet that i want as a person

I LOVE THIS WOMAN

Phenomenal.♥️

Blythe is amazing💐

I was inlove with my best friend i watched her get hurt some many times by her boyfriend then i watched her go from guy to guy trying to find love. I knew she would never want me but i would sleep in the room nxt to her when she was sleeping with other people and just cry myself to sleep. I loved her so much i wouldnt care when she hurt me when she screamed at me. she was my first ever love

She made me relate to her *and* her lover

I’ve listened to this every day for two weeks

Every. Single. Word. Of this! Wow!

It sucks that I relate more to the girl she described than the girl that makes the poem.

holy shit, this was so vulnerable. thank you for sharing, blythe!!

she's so good!!!!

This is so so so amazing, i swear!! She's really good!!!

Love Blythe.

I relate to this deeply, although with friendship instead of romantic relationships..

Blythe is an icon 😍