Read me
like you're under the sheets
holding a quivering flashlight
reading a book Mommy told you
not to but that you told yourself that
you could.
Read me
like the paper thin news
that you strain to hear every
morning but then **** back in
disgust at when you realize its
its contents.
Read me
like the person you wish
you knew how to read and
that you want to more than just
about anything but know that really
you shouldn't.
Read me
like the dictionary on your
paint-peeling kitchen bookshelf
that is boring yet holds truths about
life that you wish with all your might
weren't true.
Read me
like you have tried so
constantly to read your
fading falling self that I say
I care so much about but you
won't listen.
Read me
like the anxious mess
that I am when I even hear
about the past I can't change
and the future I want so badly
to make better.
just a vent of sorts, trying to be poetic but my poetry is **** lately. I just wish i could put messages across in a way that would make people listen.