you made flowers grow in my chest right next to the demons i’d always had i wish i would’ve known the poison i used to hush the darkness would also burn up the petals Advertisements
I feel too deeply My emotions consume me They wrap round my ribs Fill up my chest Strangle me Strangle me I don’t remember a time I didn’t feel too deeply Sobbing in the pebbles on the playground For what reason? I couldn’t say Just that I felt too deeply And too much And all…… Continue reading Does any of that make sense?
I want to be dangerous Dangerous in my scars and in my freckles I want to be devastating Devastating like a natural disaster in combat boots I want to be calamitous Calamitous with unwashed hair and holey jeans I want you to remember me as a hurricane or mudslide Something that came just long enough…… Continue reading like a natural disaster
This morning I woke up with Dread in my stomach It burned up my throat and festered in my mouth I said, “Good Morning, Old Friend”, and rolled over to sleep it off This morning I woke up with eyes on me on every inch of my skin They were staring, glaring, and telling me…… Continue reading To Old Friends
I tell them, it hurts They ask where? I point to everything They tell me it’s a phantom This phantom must be my best friend I’ve known this phantom since I was single digits This phantom would wake me too early in the morning keep me awake late into the night This phantom was in…… Continue reading Phantom
to have your skin torn at and peeled away to be split open and separated piece by piece to be savored by gentle hands and gnashing teeth to be devoured leaving skin sticky and sweet
Under that street lamp Wish I could go back Before anyone had touched me Before anyone had hurt me Under that street lamp In the warm glow With cigarette smoke in my lungs Burning my throat Fresh snow falling on my face as I stare up Under that street lamp thinking I was strong thinking…… Continue reading under that street lamp