you’re confusing me
if “now” you say “is the truth”
what was it before
Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 11:55 PM UTC
Her body was soft machinery
Each part taking on more than one could fathom
Flesh twisted and pushed and ripped and connected
Never clocking out from a shift
She was filled with colors to the brim, a wide rainbow of infinite finger paint
When she saw your imagination, her body spilled
It sloshed around through her fingertips and belly.
Her eyelids closed
And opened
And she saw you.
Iris and pupils spilling the contents of your thoughts.
It rained down her face and down on the earth below.
And softly, she lay still.
Mar 18, 2024
Mar 18, 2024 at 11:33 PM UTC
last time we talked, we
said nothing of importance -
happy birthday wish
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 10:54 PM UTC
unclench your hand when you sleep, my love.
you will feel better in the morning.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 2:40 AM UTC
why is it always
her you find yourself wanting
when I’m not around
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:58 AM UTC
i keep looking for excuses to get upset.
and i wish i could stop finding them.
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 8:59 PM UTC
I feel off again.
I don’t feel myself, and
I don’t feel
Yourself.
Our selves are in cycles that rapidly change in the same way as my episodes.
Drunk with jealousy, I take another sip
And when I throw up, you catch it
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
My timing is always off
He knows this much is true.
I crept behind you and shoved you off
Ignored the feelings inside you.
Let’s go back a little while.
And remember our kindness too.
We always find the rope snaking back.
I’ve treated you so cruel.
Apr 29, 2020
Apr 29, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC
The date’s creeping up.
Scraping the corners of my thoughts,
Like the knife you used for butter
You gave me so much.
In one squeeze of your hand,
In a few words that escaped your aching throat,
In my entire life, you gave to me
Care.
You did all you could.
We did all we could.
But I.
I should have done more.
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 3:19 PM UTC
It seems to me that time is slipping;
Moving quickly and it’s already
Wednesday?
Have I ever felt time the way I felt you.
Will I grasp the waste of the winding clock?
Will I consume it by train of thought?
Day in. Day out.
Queue the violins.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 10:03 PM UTC