Which means I've hit a bottom.
I just need to tell this to someone:
I can't do it with the fatigue.
I can't. I just can't.
I'm so ******* hard on myself that if I loose my energy, I loose my grip. I'm done after that. I can't do it with the fatigue.
I'm going against the doctor's orders, but I think that's okay. I'm scared, **** it! I'm scared about a lot of things, and most of all I'm scared of depression. I'm so terrified of it. It scares me.
So tomorrow I'm going back to my 40. Back to my 40. Back to my 40.
And it'll be fine.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
And I know one day,
I'll look into her eyes and say,
"I love you"
With body language, with touch,
When the way she laughs becomes too much.
Fingertips like felt rolling over
Stitched feelings of brokenness,
Diamond eyes catch the unraveling
Of confusion into wholesomeness,
I'm mended, I'm alive, and goddamit
I'm swollen with #pride
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 4:32 AM UTC
Blue and pinched, blue and finished
My great escape from warm knuckles brushing
And passioned fists clenching
Was drawn up, sketched and written,
A thousand goodbyes swarmed in my lungs.
But the watering whites welled for the first time,
Cracking your marble silence
and spilling consequences left and right.
My plan screeched, I stopped dead in my tracks.
And I thought,
Even if this ******* hurts
I oughta stay and stick this one out.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
I never realized how intimate the thrum of music is through a pair of cheap, distorted, BIC headphones. Outside of the drum, the world will peter through crooks and cracks to listen in on whatever is allowed.
That must be why I never noticed how in love I was with this song.
I never knew how to feel until it cornered me,
a wide-eyed listener,
into a vacuum of noises and floating words where just the two of us lingered,
cupped my face so passionately that I can still feel the red etchings burning on my cheek,
and warmly told me what truly felt right.
I hadn't realized that I wasnt listening before.
I think it left an imprint on my soul.
The chorus sang with thousands of tongues
like an ensemble of angels holding small flames in a dark night,
waving with same sentiment that those do at a vigil.
The beautiful clatter was louder than it had ever been before,
yet somehow,
still too quiet for someone a few feet away from me to hear.
And then I looked at you.
And the shallow noises of the world were nothing more than a dull, numb throb.
We -
in this unspoken singularness
- locked eyes for a moment.
Yours widened. I'm sure mine did too.
Goosebumps cascaded down my spine like the fierce tides of a messy waterfall.
Thousands of ideas fired through my mind of what would happen if you and I truly - really actually - had followed through and built a future together.
My synapses roared with desire.
My heart howled,
Stroking the tinder of a waning want that was now rapidly reawakening.
And I, the victim to these chemical emotions, was forced to look at something that was so right but yet, wasn't real.
And as the chorus paraded on like the pulse that was thudding violently beneath my skin, I realized that it was telling me how I really felt all along.
I love you so
It told me what I was feeling before I even knew it.
I love you so
That at the end of the night, you are the last person I want to talk to.
I love you so
That in my dreams, you always find a way to steal the performance.
I love you so
And that I actually am in love with you.
I love you so
My cynicism for what had transpired between us was suddenly nothing more than a passing yellow light, holding together the long silence between us like one holds their breath underwater.
I felt like I was the runner at the Olympics, and someone was telling me to steal the never-ending fire and run as far away as I could with it.
I really wanted to.
I still really do.
I must add, for the sake of conversation, that being alone with you feels kinda wrong.
It feels obtrusive, and it feels as though what shred of innocence it once contained has now been burned with reckless abandon.
It's what keeps me from talking with you until sunrise like before. It's something we knew would happen.
It's a little awkward.
However, it is right. This is not an opinion, it is a fact. You challenge me to grow. You change my mind everytime. I see what you're meant for. I see what you're meant to be. Us together is more right than anything else I've ever known, I'm sure of it.
But all day dreams aside,
The moment I admit that this interaction had any effect on me - that it was leaving my heart squealing in my stomach, more so - is the moment I loose face and everything that I worked for is lost. And I can't do that. I don't know where you are. I can't do that. I can't get hurt.
I love you so
I am in love with you, and I just wanted you to know.
I love you so
Please don't be the one that got away.
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
Pretty boy, pretty girl -
Big **** and big ol' brown eyes -
Somewhere between the moon,
The pink twisted clouds,
And the slow setting sun.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:24 PM UTC
"Tell me how to feel about you now -
Let me know!
Do I suffocate or
Let You Go?"
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 5:36 AM UTC
My cat died and from there it only got worse.
I keep doing the things I said I wouldn't do,
Like listen to sad songs
And think about you.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
I Want You To Meet My Cat.
I Take More Pictures Of Myself Smiling Because Of You.
Also I Told My Mom About You, So It's Basically Official Now.
I Know I Orbit You A Lot Sometimes I Just Can't Stop.
Something About Looking Into Your Eyes Is Different Now.
Looking At You Makes Me Think That Love Is Underrated.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:28 PM UTC
When have I been so ruled by want,
When have I been so waned by desire?
Oct 22, 2017
Oct 22, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
I can only imagine that listening to you breathe
Is like watching the Pope discuss theology.
You do everything so well.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 12:42 AM UTC