forever waiting until i can open the envelope in front of me and find out where i wound up.
i feel winded, twisted in a way that if it happens again i'll crack
end up on the sidewalk trashed and swept into the street by everything happening always and i'm tired
no part of me is lost but i think it would be easier that way, pretending that i have any sort of reason to continue trudging on in whatever muck i stick myself in to
at the bottom of everything, the sewage drains
and it smells like burnt out candles in a drawer
in the river
wet.
Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
i know that this isn't me
i know that these tight open eyes and lucid feelings aren't me
i want to be reminded that i am not alone in this world
but i do not want to communicate with anyone
i just want to watch
while i can appreciate how unemotional and reserved i'm feeling right now, i don't like the dull air and rounded edges around me
i no longer understand why i used to allow myself to feel this way every day
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
this has been the season of cold feet and closed mouth kisses with
people who let other people
build their walls
and
stumbling is a part of my daily life now
i taste like noon, i promise you,
i wondered if you were always on a different plane
even if we’re sitting so close that our knees touch
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
if i had clear skin,
i'd be the most confident boy
now let's stop acting like sadness and self loathing is a competition
because trust me baby i've been playing this game for years
and there is no prize
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
maybe when i was younger,
i didn't pick fights,
but i'd always pick scabs
until my skin had tried to heal itself so many times that i could no longer hear it squealing
no matter how many times i scarred.
i was taught to fix things
no matter how broken or ugly they get
maybe that's why i'm here
155 miles away from my safe place
thinking it will work.
raising my heart in my palms above the crowd
just for it to be publicly dropped down my throat
into the bottom of my chest
i wasted gas money on this?
i didn't risk the skin on the back of my neck but i did risk the
sensitive touch of your fingers on my back
and when i fall, i fall flat
and these scabs on my knees are getting harder and harder to ignore
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
your fingers dig into my flesh and
peel back my skin
and expose me to the open air and it stings
and i know i need to forget you
but it hurts to heal.
i don't know whats more painful -
the feeling in my stomach that reminds me of rain pounding on the top of a car or the
way the road looks when the only light that is shining comes from this guilty look in my eyes
i feel sorry even though i ******* know i shouldn't
i should hang these thoughts like prayer flags across all the doorways in my body
i should paint my insides wall by wall,
the prettiest color you've ever seen
so that i can call this place where i've been living for so long
'home'
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
I am 18 miles from the starting point and my car is made of broken bones and yellow bruises.
The paint is flaking off in all the wrong places and my tongue still hurts when I try to twist it in the shape of you.
I've been trying to get the dirt out from under my fingernails for days now, but there's not a big enough vacuum for me to open all my doors and clean up my insides.
It hurts to miss an exit. It hurts to break too fast but it stings to break too slow. The radio doesn't work anymore and I'm stuck with static where my favorite noises used to be.
I am soaking in my own gasoline and I'm 3 sips of break fluid away from lighting a cigarette - you always thought I wanted to go out with a bang.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
*** interrupts my mind and
brings me in closer to my tiny self
please stop touching me,
i won't act the same tomorrow morning no matter how hard i try
i am the one taking and taking and taking from myself,
do not ever blame anyone but me
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
this is depression
when you try to curl your legs so close to your chest that you can no longer hear yourself breathing
this is the moment when you either puke or pass out
i over think and regret every sudden movement i have ever made whether it brought me closer or farther to you.
folks, we're at the panic stage,
please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times,
be careful,
hold tight,
and although i know i'm not responsible for the fight or flight feeling in my chest
i still feel like i could have prevented it by
******* pretending you meant everything you meant to me up until a year ago
six months ago
a week ago
****
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
this blood on my stomach makes it hard to go unnoticed
red splotches rising through the fabric of that shirt I borrowed from you and said I'd return but didn't
it smelled too much like you to let it go but now with these pools of embarrassment soaking in
I have a sinking feeling I'll have to wash you out of it
but maybe I'll get used to the absence of the stench of cheap alcohol and ****** cigarettes and maybe if I use enough bleach,
I'll never have to see you again
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC