Silent swing
Of rope and wood
Back and forth
While a young girl stood
Silent girl
Hands by her side
Remembering the past
When the swing was a ride
Watching
Remembering
Waiting
Contemplating
If she should snap the rope
Watching it fall to the ground
A tangle of past memories
Scream with no sound
Silent swing**
Hangs still of rope and wood
To remind her
Of the times that were good...

I can't talk to you when your energy is off

Winter sharp winds

Between the spaces of your words
Silence is no longer comfort
And you're hurt trying to form sentences
To end things
To stop your heart from hurting
Hurt things, Hurt things
Too much weight on my touch pad keys
Forming words
To reassure you of yours.
Doubt loves fear
I feel yours
Even with the few words

Your energy is off
And my patience is thin

In Love no one wins.

03.01.16

I am the farthest thing from okay
A person could ever be
But I think for a little while I will make it
As long as you promise to stay with me

I'm done with all of the angst,
I'm done hiding in dark corners
Sitting in a brew of unhappiness, simmering
I'm through with poems about being dead
Poems about the past, which is but a bump
In my bright future
I'm done having a boyfriend who I don't love
Who I tried to love, but once again, forced
I'm done feeling sick around certain people
(Even though I can't change the way my body responds)
I can't stand half the songs on my phone anymore
Because they force memories to the surface
And why the hell do I want to feel that?
I'm done being dark and twisty,
Done saying negative comments about my life
Done with cigarettes and done with substances
Created to make me feel happy,
When all they do is make me feel helplessly small
I'm done, I'm done, I'm done