The mornings are always the worst
Before my mind can decide if I'm awake or asleep,
you creep in and settle into a seat
The rising sun cascades a violent orange on the tops of the buildings and creeps down
and if I could only shake the sleep out
if I could only get you to enjoy your mornings somewhere else
I might find it beautiful.
I think about her
I think about you with her
I think about the way you touch her, especially when you're drunk
I remember the way it felt
I see the way she feels
She smiles and I scowl
She giggles, throwing her head back
and I snarl, baring my teeth
She moans softly
I cry out
I shriek
I scream and I cry and I yell
Sobs rattle my chest as her legs shake
I pound my fists against the solid ground
I am stuck here
I see you and her when I close my eyes
I see it projected on the concrete walls around me
I cannot outrun it
even with an 192 mile head start
I can feel myself slipping back towards October, when you told me you weren't sure if you could be with me without hurting me
I am tumbling backwards to December, when you wanted to stop seeing me
I stumble to January, when you started ******* other people and I started hearing about it
I look up
Past the concrete walls there are stars
a collection of piercing white energies
And I remember the love I felt
I remember the love I gave you
I feel my chest begin to exude a warm light
I have that love, and it's with me now.
And I hope when she touches your arm, you feel my fingers touch the inside of your wrist where it makes you shiver
And I hope when she calls to you, you feel me trace your full name on your skin
And I hope when you're short with her
when you're angry with her
when you lash out at her
I hope you remember how I asked if you were okay
I hope you fall in love with her
and her with you
And I hope after you do, you remember my love
I hope you remember the love I had for you
The only love I've had for anyone
I hope you see it glow orange the way the sun rises
I hope you feel the soft curves of my love
and get the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest where my love used to be
I hope it makes you remember me
and I hope it makes you sick how much you ******* miss it.
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
I feel the night air like a loss of breath
My chest echoes at the blow
I’m not sure about much anymore
But I know that I loved you
I remember the pain in my chest as if it’s still there
I feel how much I still care as it squeezes and bends my rib cage like an accordion
But I am the beautiful part of my heartbreak
The memory I knew of you will always surpass the person you are today
And all of the things you ever did to me spill out in a long list written in black pen
My sick figure scrawling into a notebook
Sweat drops from my twisted form
My tears pour into the ink
and I release you again
The same way I released you before
The same way I’ll release you again
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 12:03 AM UTC
I don't believe in closure
I can't tell if it's the honey soaked rose that I have for a heart
and I can't tell if I'm in more pain because of it
I didn't stop loving you
I can't slam the door shut
Not when you've made a home in the empty space of my mind
I don't mind the occasional visit
I stop in, look around to make sure you're still there
And, oh, you're still there
you're there in the late night drives holding hands
you linger in the smell of cigarette smoke and the taste of menthol
you crawl in the empty space in my bed at night
and you sometimes even lay your head on my heart, pressing down into my chest
But that's all it is
An occasional visit in your apartment in my mind
We never exchange words or ideas or kisses
I didn't stop loving you
But my love changed
My love for you was once deafening
So loud it pounds on your eardrums and rattles your ribcage
When you left it just made my hearing foggy and distant
You understand that I had to turn it down, don't you?
My love for you was once consuming
The kind that rolls over you like a wave and leaves you breathless
When you left I drowned in its gluttony
You understand that I had to starve it, don't you?
My love for you was once white hot
Heat waves radiated out of my chest and my toes were never cold
When you left it ignited and I was engulfed in flames
Reaching out of the inferno, my seared fingertips replaced your love with a flickering candle
You understand that, don't you?
I didn't stop loving you
My love transformed
I transformed to survive my love
Because amidst my grief
I yelled over the music
I clawed out of the riptide
I dragged myself out of the burning building
the burning home
I don't believe in closure because I didn't stop loving you
and my love didn't evolve
I did.
May 13, 2020
May 13, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
i feel like we’re all alone
i feel like i could dissolve
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:54 PM UTC
skimming my fingers along the white tiled walls
i prance down the hall
this never ending hall
i left your room
i was no longer welcome and i knew it
i knew it was time for me to leave
and i stayed as long as i could bear
but i had to leave before the thunderous silence finally crushed down on my bones and left my structure aching and bent
but now as i prance through the hall
head swaying madly as if i could shake the thought of you
i would prefer the silence
i would take the cracking of my bones over the vagueness of this hallway
this white hallway
ghosts of you wander by me
i call out
but they don’t hear me
the same way you never heard me
everything so excruciatingly plain
i had wandered into this plain white building
mistaking your room as colorful from the outside
and as i came in the door shut behind me
i was trapped in this mad house but it was okay since i was with you
except now my only company are these ******* never ending white walls
in this ******* never ending white hall
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:53 PM UTC
My hands clasped together
Sitting on my lap
A rose bud buried in my chest blooms in the morning sun
Poking its head out
I’ve never felt this before
The sun kissed my toes
Then began kissing up
Up
Up
Up
Up to my feet
The sun had other mistresses
But in this moment I was the warmest
Up to my ankles
I giggled and ****** my legs back in response
My legs are ticklish in the sunlight
Up to my calves
My giggles slowed their pace
I was settling in to the feeling of sunlight creeping up my body
Up to my knees
I was losing my humor
This was very real
At my thighs I made him stop
I had never before felt that
My rosebud seemed like a statue
Frozen in time
Holding its breath to see what would happen next
He laughed
A hearty laugh
One that came from the belly and echoed out
One that rattled my rib cage
And soon I was laughing too
Shaken by the vibrations of 2 laughters
And as I looked down, I felt the warmth all over my body
It was all over and it was magical
And I wasn’t afraid anymore
But just as soon as he had started
He was gone
And the sky became a dark grey
And the sun didn’t come back out
And the rosebud in my chest began to wilt and wither in the whipping wind
But all I could do was keep my eyes on the sky
Waiting for the sun that I knew wouldn’t return
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:52 PM UTC
Swimming through paint
Watercolors entangling my fingers and toes
I taste it on my tongue
A grittiness that I have grown to live with
My cheeks stained with blue
I stare at my reflection
But I don’t recognize the collection of eyes that lay in front of me
I run my fingers through it
It ripples and I forget the stranger I’ve seen
The one right in front of me
The one clawing at the surface of the water
The one clawing at the surface of my face
This aching in my chest
It’s there again
It rattles the cobwebs
And I yell at it with clear lungs
Get out
I say
I don’t want you here
And I don’t
But seeing your face
Knowing you’re around
Being in the same room
My ribcage rattles like drums
It drowns out my protest
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:51 PM UTC
being the other
I'm used to this
I find comfort in never really being known by the people I care for
I am the escape
the breath of fresh air
the break
I am not the permanent
not the commitment
not the priority
I come without obligation
I come without responsibility
I come tied with a bow
but when I start feeling
(and I always do)
that's where it ends
suddenly I am guilt
I am a reminder of all that you use me to escape from
I am a weeping witch
suddenly you can't escape me
suddenly you need me to be distance
I need to be a memory
I need to be tucked away
I lose my shimmer and I rot before your eyes
I spoil in seconds
rapidly crumbling into sewage
I am the dirt on your shoe
I am the itch on the unreachable part of your back
I'm the buzzing gnat you swat away
I was never whole
you never caught a glimpse of me
I was my use
I was how I made you feel
I was everything you ran away from
I'm used to this
being the other
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 8:50 PM UTC
every day the same
getting so accustomed to the mundane
engaged to the repetition
starting each day optimistic
and slowly remembering the sandpaper numbness
everything is the ******* same
reoccurrence- this deja vu
i feel like this has happened before
the past feeling like a foggy memory
i cant remember
ending the day exhausted
run out of steam
cant even pick up my head
my structure cracking from the weight
feels like my body might just give out
fold into a million pieces
and land on the ground
a perfect pile of skin and bone
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC
not punishing myself for having emotions but forcing myself not to
so sensitive- a sticky gooey bleeding heart
like a licked melted lollipop,
my heart weighs in my chest
my source of conscience
and also guilt
I cant decide if I can go on being so open
I don't want to lose my compassion but I don't want to die keeping it
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can I keep one thing to myself
is it so hard to be happy with just knowing myself
I find joy in giving and sharing but not in receiving and keeping
-that is going to hurt me one day
it seems as though I cannot find any answers within myself
is that so hard to do
answer one question about myself
even the important one
who am I
the street lamp shines on the pavement in my mind
and I watch through my window
wishing I could share the view with someone else
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who could ever love someone who is so unsure of herself
and so sensitive
I'm so sensitive
I fear real emotional commitment
why cant I just untie the knot in my chest
when did I tie it in the first place
I plead it to loosen
bleeding fingers prying back the ribbon
but it is too tight
and it has been there so long that the fabric folds in on itself at each curve
almost as if its a ball of ice
but for it to be ice it would have to be cold
and my chest roasts under a fire of emotion that is constantly stoked
so the ice would surely melt
I don't want an empty cavern with cobwebs and stalagmites frozen, reaching up for a heart that disappeared long ago
but I cannot handler the fire in my stomach burning the lining of my chest and climbing up my throat
using the cartilage rings in my esophagus as a ladder to my head
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 8:59 PM UTC