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He told me he has hit rock bottom
That he sees this world in a Kaleidoscope of empty liquor bottles
His veins run thick with well whiskey from problems he has yet to talk about
My brother told me he can see the future
Things are clear there
That he will die
It is all facts when it falls off his tongue

I tell him rock bottom is okay
That from here the only direction is toward heaven
I show him what strength is
I ask him to trust me
I speak through tainted lips without the correct vocabulary
So I drink
Searching for answers in my brother rock bottom
Praying for new ways to drown
Knowing we will all die one day
My brother is struggling with alcoholism. How can you help your brother when you yourself are struggling.
We are birds, plucking each others feathers
Complaining about reasons we can't fly
Tearing each part of each other off
Allowing us to come together as equals
Naked, afraid, and without hope
Sext: I want my knife blade to kiss my neck like you used to
We are critical.

We find flaws in
everything we see
because nobody
wants to write
about perfection,
even though sometimes
we wish we could just stay
staring into that
unblemished surface.

2. We are never satisfied.

We live our lives upon
mountains of
scrunched up
bits of refill and
ideas we gave up
trying to
express.

3. We never forget.

We write words about
eye contact made
three months ago
that we replay over
and over in our minds
even though it
stopped
being relevant.

4. We are fickle.**

Our emotions flash
from one
to the other
like strobe lighting that
disorientates us
until we feel as if
the world
will never be still.

5. We are exposed.

We don't know how
to keep our feelings
to ourselves so
we'll write them
down for
you to find
'accidentally'.

6. We are vulnerable.

We wear our
hearts on our sleeves
and won't lift a
muscle to fight back
if somebody tries
to break it
because we thrive
from the pain.

7. We will never stop.

We will never stop
feeling and
we will never stop
hurting,
we will never stop
breaking and
bleeding and
loving
even though the cycle
is endless
and we know what's
coming next.


We are addicted
to agony,
but we agonise
for the art.
It's worth it though.
Some
people hold
onto their
pain and sadness
like a mother
with her
newborn child

It
grows as
the years pass by
being nurtured
along the
way
becoming
a part
of them

Making
setting it free
just as
heartwrenching
as
being held
captive
by it
Her are open wide,
As you kiss her tonight.
The fear you try to hide,
Clearly glows out bright.

She shakes her head so slow.
You reach for her,
Though you already know,
Tears begin to stir.

"Don't leave," you say.
"Don't go," you plead.
She ignores your pain, it's plain as day.
Her car moves on, always gaining speed.

You're left alone,
Heart in hand,
Slashed to the bone,
Barely able to stand.

Getting better is hard,
Worse than that, really.
People all send you cards,
"I'm fine," you say, "really."

Things do get better,
Your smile gets fixed,
You're warm in life's sweater,
Your emotions aren't mixed.

And when she's back on your step,
When you hear, "I miss you, I'm back."
It's your smile that you kept,
Because your will doesn't crack.

"I'm sorry, no," you said,
As you closed your door.
Before you went to bed,
You managed to smile a little more.
Written 7-11-14
And ex of mine had hurt me, and I managed to get over it after a while. I learned to say no to her. This was written to show that.
you see,
well rather ironically
you dont...
or at least i dont
(...my mistake)
(that was my perception/projection of "you" based on "me" because we (again sorry or/ sorry again) can only see the world egocentrically)
i lost my glasses last week
havent seemed keen
on finding them on the streets of
O, (Oh) (OH) how i keened after them (IO)
driving on a mirror this morning, mourning, before the sun, a rose, arose.
i finally noticed them gone.
the acid lined upper middle class road from my
(socially speaking)
lower class acid ridden
(economically speaking)
upper middle class mind
had dis(re)appeared^(infinity)

all time was lost

and for the first time in my driving career
i found myself, spending more time looking at the street than at the road
shooting stars of red streamed after taillights
as if always trying to catch up
  greens joined in from lights above
...but did not muddle the stars  
like the perfectly controlled watercolor artisan

what Virtuoso, what Perfectionist, what Letter-dash-letter of a being
could create such an immaculate emasculating picture (lack of question mark)
i am humbled.

p.s
i gave up looking for my glasses
my vision seemed perfectly clear
so was yours (Sorry)
Word Study #2
I didn't want to hurt myself
but the stinging felt better
on my thighs
than it did in my heart
and the burn
of the ***** in my throat
will always taste better than
swallowing down the words
I want to say to you
I'm hungry and hollow
and I just want someone to call my own
I just want someone to hold
and I want us to love each other
you were like a hurricane
you came to me when I was still
young and beautiful and new
but you destroyed everything in me
the storm calmed eventually but it didn't stop raining in my mind so I ran blades along my skin trying to find some part of myself that might still be there but I only bled colors of you so I sent out search parties all over my body
but they where never to be found
cause I guess you took them with you
so much of me lost in you
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