HEY-
I’m going out.
It’s not too late.
Brianna’s house.
You know that’s safe.
Hey, I’m sorry I smell like cigarettes. I’m sorry my eyes are red. I know it’s later than we said and now you want me right now dead!
Hey, I’m sorry I went out. I wasn’t in my bed. You woke up in the middle of the night and thought that I was dead!!
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
Paula would knock me out
Paula would slap me in the face
Paula would lock me me out
Paula would hit me on my face
I don’t know why I’m still here I cannot can’t see through my tears I’m lying on a bed that’s not mine crying through my our her fears
Paula would knock me out
Paula would slap me in the face
Paula would lock me out
She would she would she spit in my face
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
don’t you know how much I
love you I love you I
only want what I
think is best
for you I
really do know best I
will take care of everything honey I
promise you I
just want you to be happy I
just want you to behave
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:19 AM UTC
She’s not kissing
I’m not kidding
Do you think this is a joke
Die
Die
Die
Die die die die die
No one’s kissing
No one’s missing
No one’s opening their eyes
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
She almost said
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:17 AM UTC
Jackie Did It
she “got out,”
un-alive
not sure where wrong was
but I know how the turn goes
crooked and awkward
standing in almost place
with a half flat wheel
and a broken face
it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
it wasn’t my fault
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
You know what I’m like
when I’m bored.
(I meant that, to be insulting
-Insinuating festering aggression,
and a girl you ****** 5 weeks ago.-)
If it’s not me,
it’s no one, and every one, and you
Alone in a full bed
with several jagged blankets
and a cat that’s almost dead.
I want everything
or nothing at all.
There. I said it.
Jealous and uncomfortable,
giving you the go ‘head.
a scarf wrangled around
my shoulders at 2am.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
that’s a wild animal.
He doesn’t care that you think it’s cute.
Don’t touch him.
He is on fire in hot
pursuit
of suitor, taming
of the tamer
of cold sharp breaths
of air
of the polluter’s diluted self, aware
And, so, where are you when I am scared
or (alone)
((skeletal))
(((in need of repair)))?
lacking in tenderness while half-listening—doe-eyed—wanderous—confidently—
“Despair is a feral thing”
You set it
to the choral whispers of rotting,
on a golden-forest bedful of debris.
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 1:45 AM UTC
the scent of
“it’s 3AM.
My fingernails are long
***** clockwork
-unclipped-
oiled-jagged hands - I am,
like time,
spent
in a coffee shop, with a drink
you don’t like much
and, still, hours to ****
No One Loves It
Who Isn’t
Anymore
calling
a ***** for
a life before “YOUR”
nervous nerves, us,
stomach ache
heart ache
more of the same old breaks
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 3:06 AM UTC
you wish you
knew
where you
could walk off to
-to Night:
half-drunk-
staggering cigarettes-
slamming a-
streetlight
shimmering
view of
two-
sidewalks snaking-
who?-
what few
friends you
have are all sleeping
or dead
or in your own head
and all the bars close
too
soon...
(you
stop)
intentionless
on the edge of your
bed
with the final four
cigarettes
and that ******* song still in your head
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC