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future self
forever waiting until i can open the envelope in front of me and find out where i wound up. / i feel winded, twisted in a way that if it happens again i'll crack / end up on the sidewalk trashed and swept into the street by everything happening always and i'm tired
8
Sep 29, 2020
ophelia's revenge
i've seen your face, recently, / popped up like that nightmare i keep having where my body is left in / lukewarm sweat. your eyes are still as green as stems, and i want to
@amber-s
24
Apr 18, 2016
running out of SSRIs
i know that this isn't me / i know that these tight open eyes and lucid feelings aren't me / i want to be reminded that i am not alone in this world
7
Aug 12, 2015
I'm trying again
this has been the season of cold feet and closed mouth kisses with / people who let other people build their walls / and stumbling is a part of my daily life now
5
Jan 1, 2015
Untitled
if i had clear skin, / i'd be the most confident boy / now let's stop acting like sadness and self loathing is a competition
5
Sep 22, 2014
a poem i'd read to you, if i had the courage
maybe when i was younger, / i didn't pick fights, / but i'd always pick scabs
18
Jun 11, 2014
goodbye
your fingers dig into my flesh and / peel back my skin / and expose me to the open air and it stings
14
Apr 27, 2014
to be continued, probably (if i don't run out of gas)
I am 18 miles from the starting point and my car is made of broken bones and yellow bruises. / The paint is flaking off in all the wrong places and my tongue still hurts when I try to twist it in the shape of you. / I've been trying to get the dirt out from under my fingernails for days now, but there's not a big enough vacuum for me to open all my doors and clean up my insides.
5
Apr 21, 2014
Untitled
*** interrupts my mind and / brings me in closer to my tiny self / please stop touching me,
6
Apr 13, 2014
well anyways
this is depression / when you try to curl your legs so close to your chest that you can no longer hear yourself breathing / this is the moment when you either puke or pass out
14
Apr 2, 2014
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