delirious days with drunk beauty.
never worship ugly love.
sad men sing raw and bitter music about gorgeous women.
be still but run like the wind.
the forest dream, heave lazy summer.
stop whispering what you were.
my shadow sweats from the mother sun.
red rose petal sky.
death from blue things means rust.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
I could write novels about the way your lips traced mine
How your fingers tangled in my hair
How we didn't stop until we were both out of breath
Your hands dipped between each one of my ribs
The pads of your fingers pushing bruises into my hips
Hips moving seductively, slowly, yet without pause
Friction craved and needed and created
The boiling heat between us
Making us cross lines we never knew existed
But it was worth all that we risked.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC
I don't know how it happened exactly
All of a sudden, everything needed to stop
Somehow my trembling lips managed to form the words "help me"
And before I could blink or breathe or think
The walls were whitewashed and everything smelled like bleach and 409
A nurse was asking me all these questions
A security officer was scanning my body for sharp objects
The strings from my sweatshirt were taken in case I tried to, well you know
My vitals were taken and my parents were taken away
And I was alone. At 2:47 am.
I found my neck aching from the whiplash of 100 miles per hour to 0
From the outside world to a locked unit
Not an ounce of choice or freedom
Everything calmly regulated and managed
The only thing missing was Nurse Ratchet
No straight lines or easy conversations
All dancing around the subject of the white bandages covering my arm
Or the doll my roommate wouldn't let go of
Or the screams from phone calls home
Or the sobs of someone who said they didn't belong here
It all was a blur but the feeling of alone was sharper than any razor I had ever used
I watched from my seventh floor window as people walked along or drove away
They had no idea how lucky they were
Even those in the hospital rooms I could see were free to leave if they wished
And I was stuck. Trapped. Alone.
After two days of quiet, model behavior
They thought I was well enough to be moved
That my problems would be better solved on a different floor
One with unlocked doors and phone calls to places other than home
And it got better, only not really.
I made friends, but not really.
It's hard to relate to someone when you can't share your age or interests
Not to mention no sharing of war stories
As if we were all there just for ***** and giggles.
I wasn't the only one wrapped in white gauze and medical tape
One girl was completely held together by it
A quick slip of the sleeve told the rest of us all we needed to know
We were all damaged in some way
But all brought together by a place that didn't quite fit it's title
As if "mental hospital" fully explained all that had gone wrong
Two words weren't enough to convey how all our bodies were empty and broken from multiple rounds of bombings
How we didn't want to live but we didn't really want to die either
The in-between is the scariest part
They don't tell you that in the welcome packet.
Coming home, I felt like I had just fought a war
Only I wasn't sure who had won
Or even who I was fighting against
My body ached and my heart felt heavy
Like I had rocks inside my rib cage
And a prize fighter had looked at me and then taken his best shot
It was a total knock out
I didn't even have time to tap the mat before I was thrown back into what was the new normal
My bed didn't feel like my own anymore
My room felt like a stranger had moved in while I was gone
There wasn't room for me at home anymore
I had come home a different person than I had been when I left
There was no part of the old me that remained
I wasn't used to myself yet
Didn't recognize what I saw in the mirror
I had spent all fall staring back at a ghost
And now that I had substance, I couldn't meet my own eyes
I was scared to see all that I had avoided
I didn't want to see the rotten parts of me
But there was power in looking back, in raising my gaze
Because the battle was over, but the war had just begun
Only, I wasn't scared to fight anymore.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:34 PM UTC
I can't talk about you without my voice catching in the back of my throat
Almost like your hand is reaching up through me, pulling my voice back to you
I've found it's not any easier to stay silent,
The memories are too strong and being alone doesn't make sense anymore
But then come the bad times and the loud fights
And I'm thanking god I'm alone
Thank god I'm only responsible for myself now, for my own happiness
Thank god my decisions only go as far as me, and not as far as you
Because being your world imploded mine
I lost myself and hated myself and became someone I said I wouldn't be
Since we've been apart, I've started smoking again
But I've also started doing yoga and drinking tea
I'm learning the ins and outs of me again
And losing myself in the beds of other men
Somehow, it's there I find myself
In between the **** me harder" and the "oh my God baby"
Who I am has never been clearer.
I am strong. I am powerful.
And I am my own **** person.
Who I am now, is better than I ever was.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
I was never anything but flammable material
I kept you warm but I burned myself out
Every week I tell my therapist about you
How things have changed
How I have a new man every night
How I rarely learn their names and they never call me back
How I'm nothing but empty anymore
And you judge me for healing wrong
As if what I'm doing is any worse than five weeks of self pity
As if your feelings will always continue to trump mine
As if you still have some say in what I do
As if you're still holding the matches
But I'm learning to speak for myself
I've learned how to moan three different names in less than two days
And how to make none of them sound even remotely like yours
I'm moving on and it kills you, I know
But you only liked the dancing fire and the warmth
You never could stand the smell of smoke.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
We were lovers once
But it crumbled into dust
Now only strangers.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
The more therapy sessions I have, the more I realize that no matter what I do, there will always be some part of me that will always be this way. Even though I'll kick recovery *** I'm not just going to hit a point where I'm completely free of what debilitated me for so long. That's not how recovery works. I learned this early on in my journey, and it was terrifying. I was scared to get better because I felt that I would lose a major part of me, of who I am. Even though they were awful parts of me, they were all I had for so many years that I couldn't imagine living without them. The idea of being someone that wasn't myself scared me.
You can have good days/weeks/months/years, but part of your old self is always going to come back. It's going to test you. Don't let it destroy you, but use it as an excuse to show yourself how much you've learned. It'll reinforce the strength you have over this. That's what recovery really is, it's learning to live with this **** and not letting it hold you back. In the end, you're always going to be the same person, just a better version. Start recovering, it feels good.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
The boys only love me when my clothes fall off,
I've long forgotten how to stay stop
Fingerprint bruises cover my hips
And the taste of morning afters fill my mouth
I reach for him, but he's already dressed and out the door
Leaving the bed just as cold and empty as before
Trembling thighs and aching bones
Pillows full of breathless moans
This is nothing like the movies,
There's no love here. Not anymore.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
I think I loved you most the winter your heating was broken
And we’d stay inside all morning
Pretending to complain that we couldn’t get out of bed
Our clothes becoming little islands on the floor,
Ones that we could not quite find the courage to visit
Your hand stayed glued to my hip,
Your breath warming my shoulder
Like a long drag of whiskey
That kind that had a home so far away,
In a glass bottle on top of your refrigerator.
The one that would not be opened
Until that fateful day in February,
When everything went wrong
And on that unbearable night
When you joked that you’d freeze to death if I left you
There was a long silence
Like it might be true.
Now it’s warm enough
That I show too much skin when sitting in bars
And you avoid me like the plague,
Whispering in any girl’s ear that’s near to you
Every time you see me watching out of the corner of your eye
We should have stayed inside when the ice began to melt
Because I think
When those doors opened and we finally ventured outside
The world had changed,
And so had you and I.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
There's a silence stretching across my finger tips
Reaches between us,
Sewing up my lips
So many pointless things I could say
All of these easy ways to pass the day away
I got one foot out,
And the other halfway in
Not sure if I should turn back now
Or is it just too late
I don't know if I'd rather make that same mistake
I'm lost inside this maze
Searching for a better place
I think maybe I'd like to stay
If you say that's okay
Could we just sit here,
would you mind the view
If we just sang songs
Cause we got nothing else to do
Could we strum some notes
Make up some tunes
Take back these mistakes
Just forgetting all we knew.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC