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Christina Cox Dec 2015
Sitting next to me
Licking up tears among fur.
Well, she is a cat.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Hold me close
but do not touch me.
Treat me well
but do not take me for granted.
Never let me go
but let me leave.
Learn all of my faults
but let me be me.
Get to know me
but do not leave me.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I
Me
Myself

The pyramid of importance.
The pyramid of selfishness.
The pyramid of tragedy.

Depending on how you perceive it.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I’m drowning in the tears I hold on the inside.
They threaten to come out and be friends with the night.
Push deeper and deeper until their buried under the other tears.
Wait for the day I explode.
In salty rain.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I call out to you to save me from the depths of my mind.
Please help me find a ladder to climb.
Or maybe, throw some tinder and matches down.
Light up the trench that has swallowed me whole.
Help me, please, I cry to you.
But we are not super human.
And telepathic communication is not an option.
So I stay alone in the recess of my mind.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
I’m told that urges don’t last forever,
by therapists and doctors.
If only they knew that an urge doesn’t have to be present
100%
to be thought of as
FOREVER
in this sick mind.
Christina Cox Dec 2015
Jealous of the people walking down the street.
The people I don’t know.
Projecting my hopes and dreams onto unknown souls.
Seeing in strangers what I want to see in myself.
Recognizing they probably have problems too.
But putting them on a pedestal is easier to do.
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