Time to change who I am, again.
There has to be someone else with the crippling fear
or being known.
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 4:26 AM UTC
Unlovable?
At first I thought it was a label assigned to me
showing in the way I sit alone in crowds of people
laughing at jokes I don't find funny
and allowing myself to remain static.
Unlovable.
And then it was a challenge
a
'how can I make you like me today?'
'what do I need to do?'
Because of course it was all my fault.
That all others could find was fault in me.
No longer rigid static,
but yielding conformity
my personalities clashing
but crafted with artisan flair.
Unlovable!
A prideful statement.
Untouchable.
Bitterly, bitterly free
from all expectations
placed on me.
Singular.
Alone.
Strong in solidarity.
Perhaps not lovable to you;
but lovable to me.
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
I have never prayed as much or as hard,
then when I realized I might not believe in God.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
I found a report that I wrote for you,
in 2018.
I don't know the grade it recieved.
Probably a good one- that's why you asked me.
But I know that if our friendship was like the paper,
somehow. Against all the odds,
The paper failed.
I hope you're doing well.
I'm going to let you go now.
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Only empty bags fly
So the message here is to leave
everything, to sacrifice everything,
and sour.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC
We struck the match, and lit the sun on fire
and now we scream and run
as the clouds crash to Earth around our heads.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Heavy drinking for you,
no sleep for us-
to live in a house of,
empty hallways and crowded rooms
chronic pain and empty gains,
nothing made and nothing changed.
So much lost, so determined
to stay the
same.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 1:16 PM UTC
I can't tell if you,
or the music screams louder-
it seems that as I turn the volume up
you are only determined to wail louder,
and higher.
You are destroying us.
We're going to let you.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
I'm putting my feelings, body, soul, and words in a box labled "free" on the side of the road, where it dosen't matter if they are taken or run over.
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
When three of us come upon the narrow part of the sidewalk
I'll always drop behind you two. Three, four, or seven.
Always stay at the back of the group, count your group members and protect them, and yourself.
I love someone who dosen't question and just walks ahead of me-
but I'm still waiting for someone to let the other person go alone
and walk beside me.
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC