Line after line after line. Bent over the cold white tile counter
Line after line. Dark side record covered in pearls of snow
Line. Rolled up $1 off an Ikea desk rails pushed together by fingers
.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 2:59 AM UTC
Call me Miss Cleo
I’ll read your cards
Over the phone
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 2:35 AM UTC
my last love held his gun to his head
So sweet so kind
The gun was not
Sharp trigger it went right through
Nine month old with a soon to be ex wife
My friend liked to drink
He fell down the stairs
bled out
Alone and passed out
Under the bridge a man hit the ground
Off the side onto the rails
I watched him jump
His shoes popped off
my guardian angel
we all have one right
Mine walk with a black mist
She wears all black
Dragging the sickle, fallowing me closely
I was told she watches over you
to protect and guild
My angel is death
She keeps me still and silent
She watches and reminds
She’s not far off
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
I wonder what it would be like
If my whole world. Wasn’t inside
Of a little blue pill
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
My world is in the shape of a shield
Small and divided with smoothed over edges
My world is bitter
When left to dissolve
My world is better
When Taken at the same time, every morning
My world
Is like me
Bitter when left alone to dissolve
Better with some routine
My world
Fits inside a small orange bottle
On my coffee table
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 2:29 AM UTC
I’ve had a nice vacation
Living in my own happy world
Looking in on the life I had
Missing it
Craving the wild I once was
little blue shield shaped pill
One every morning
Dampen who I am
Diminish my light
Destroy the art that once was
I’m ready for the vacation to end
I miss who I was
I want to feel that freedom
I alway thought was a cage
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
If it didn’t happen the way it happened
What if it happened now not then?
Would it have turned out the way
The way we both expected it to?
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I’m made of thread
I’m sewing up my freyed parts
With the strings I’m made of
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
I’m trying to remember things
Help myself heal
At a party, by an unlocked car
I didn’t like being there
You followed me out expecting a kiss
Or something more because you invited me.
I didn’t want to
I wanted to go home
But in your mind
that wasn’t my choice
You wanted something
You where gonna take it.
Pushing me against the car
My hand scrambling for a way out
The back seat door was my salvation
You where fast
your face above mine
Pinned in the back seat.
You pressed your mouth on mine
Trying to squirm away
Your fingers tracing up my thigh
Into my skirt
The roof of the car was gray
Your fingers went somewhere I never wanted them to be
The roof of the car is gray
The roof of the car is gray
You where done I got out the car
walked to mine
Sweating my makeup smeared your shirt
I saw you the next week
I lost an earring in that car
You gave it back to me and said
“You left this in my car”
And smiled
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 11:56 AM UTC
Come over and get your things
I’ve cleaned out your drawer
It’s all by the door
Come get your things
I’ve already changed the sheets
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC