my darkest desires take point
but my will to live is often spoilt
these savage opposites are joint
never a winner or loser to appoint
a path set from birth you did anoint
i'm always dying to disappoint

11.07.21

all that's left to do
in wait of the next time
my stitches pop and are undone
is patch me up pretty with
embroidered flowers

11.07.21

lately i have noticed that no matter
what i gain or lose
that constant, burning feeling of being
one more worry away
from my complete mental demolition
permanently trapped
on the edge of an implosive insanity
haunts me mercilessly
this devilish dense acidic anticipation
bears an awful weight
that i habitually beg to just crush me

simply because i am so tired
of holding this burden
and i am so sick of
seventeen

04.07.21

i believe i am one more
tiny mistake away
from slipping beneath
the surface again

29.06.21

i am oh so easy to love
i'll give heart and soul for free
so i am seldom surprised
each time they abuse me and flee
go ahead, i'm quite used to it
soil, steal and break what you need
because i am easy to love and
i am oh so easy to leave

22.06.21

dear writer of the past:
we're alive and sometimes
we don't regret that fact
but i think we will be writing
sad poetry forever

15.06.21

i freeze, i burn, i shatter
i don't melt and
i don't die
but tread carefully
because you just might

30.05.21

the only things I had were
these broken shards that
don't fit like they did before

dont hold too tightly
or you'll bleed

dont let them fall
or I'll break

I knew I shouldn't have
given them to you
in the first place

02.12.20

i tried to slice
from the edges of my feet
that sticky, relentless figure of darkness
that followed me in the day and
became me in the night.

18.10.20