(One, 2)
(1, Two, 3!)
I can tell I'm underwater
'cause my lungs are full of water
And I'm breathing lots of water
and there's Water in my Ears!
Well they told me 'Grow some Gills,
or at least some sorry Frills'
So I tried to grow some gills, but I ended up with tears!
Well my friends all breathe just fine
even those with lungs like mine
I don't know why I'm not fine,
but there s water in my ears!
And I'm swimming through the galaxy
repeating sunk cost fallacy
I'm wand'ring through the galaxy
confronting all my fears
And I just wish that my fears were something,
I don't know, like, worth confronting?
Not a stupid, silly, something, like,
idk, talking to people?
****
although i kinda wish it were that simple because really i'm just scared that how i'm phrasing things and saying things... and just my general tone makes people think different of me? like it makes everyone hate me. and it doesn't help that...
I'm Not Wrong.
All the fish breathe underwater
and the whales live underwater
even though they don't breathe water
how do I do things like that?
Because Every One I Know Can Still ******* Breathe Just Fine.
But i'm not really drowning?
But I feel the water pressing
In my lungs i'm not quite drowning
But my breathing's just not happening?
And...
Aug 7, 2025
Aug 7, 2025 at 2:08 PM UTC
And sometimes we'll go to 7 Eleven
Get slushies &
Stay up late
But sometimes it's just
You and I
And the balcony railing
And the endless sky
When I think of you
I feel warm
Not bonfire-raging-hot
But hearth and fireplace
The conversations we spared
In the school hallway
Or in line for lunch
Or passing by on our way home
I left happier
If only I knew
Really knew
How to write poetry
To do this feeling justice
Warm but not hot
Comfortable and
Home
But something I'm afraid to call Love
It's the feeling I get when
I'm with my mom
Or my sister
And I'm scared you don't feel it back
I wish I knew why
I see you as family-like
Not that you're a bad friend,
Of course, but
Am I really that clingy?
Or is this just good friendship
And I'm just really stupid
But I knew that already
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 7:07 PM UTC
I see the blood in your veins
As you look me in the eye
Metaphorically, because you don't
Have eyes,
Or theoretically, because you don't exist?
Nineteen years and I still
Find myself clawing
At that gray patch of sky
Six feet above
Nineteen years, and all my blood
Beats perfectly in sync with yours
Programmed, metric
The heart of the company
Nineteen years,
And the stains of ink blotting
Lines and stanzas on my page
Feel too much to bear
Like birds in the wind
Tumbleweeds
Like the maltodextrin nightmare
Bleeding from the scrape on my knee
Like the words I didn't say
Couldn't say
Dear Audience,
The last of myself
I may ever bear witness to
Bled out in the arms of a
Character I played
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 6:59 PM UTC