I have been running from myself
Ever since I lost her
My first home, my mirror.
I keep moving faster than
The iron that’s dragging my heart
Changing identities like hats to try on.
Names that didn’t fit
Looking for home in foreign spaces.
I didn’t want it to be my story.
I didn’t want it to be my pain.
I used to wear flowers in my hair
And played with ladybugs in the fields.
I still smell the metal monkey bars
When I’m doing my best to forget.
Slowly, oh so slowly
Am I beginning to recognize myself again.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 2:06 AM UTC
She's alive! I gasp
Waking in the saturated falseness of my dream
I drive for hours every time
Just to see you proud of me again
Are you proud of me again?
Your tired eyes pierce my rest
And I always fall for it over and over
Knowing well I'm stuck in a bubble of lies
I'll still look for you, frantically
To tell you what I never said.
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:42 AM UTC
It’s ridiculous to try
To comprehend whether you tasted
Bitter or sweet in my mouth
All these years.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC