You know I'm good at letting people go
I'd fight for you and I'd cry, but I was here before
It's kind of empty, the space is suffocating, I choke
But I've been here before, I've been here I know
I'm seeking comfort on those horoscope sites
I'm letting everything pass me by
But healing is slow, it's like hitting a wall
And you're imprisoned by your own mind
I read Eliot's eyes that last I saw in tears
It's my affliction too, I shall not be
And the words set the rhythm for my blood
At all times, at all costs.
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
A part of me wants to die today for it would be quite beautiful.
The snow makes it better, if there was blood, it would look awfully good on the white surface.
And the air coming out of my lungs would gradually become colder and colder.
Sylvia died in a hot, steaming stove, but I would bleed out, slowly turning to ice.
It’s not cold enough here for that, but there would be exquisite beauty in it.
I wouldn’t make the headlines, and people wouldn’t read into my death.
But as life would be fleeting from my body, I would know.
Death would hug me like no one else ever had before.
And I would become one with everything I once loved.
What is death if not love?
Holding hands with her now, the palms of our fingers lightly touching.
There’s no better remedy for life than death itself.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 10:01 AM UTC
Choose life
Choose peace
Choose your name
And the god you believe in
Choose your prison
Choose your cage
Choose the noise
that keeps you sane
Choose your truth
Choose your lies
Choose the headline of the week
Choose the passing time
Choose wisely
You don't get to do that twice
Choose life,
Let it chew you on,
chew you out
Choose life
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC