i'm going to die
that part is inevitable
you aren't going to miss me
i wish that part was avoidable
but chances are
when i gasp for one last breath
you'll be somewhere laughing
while my spirit releases into the air
like one of those balloons that kids only love for 5 minutes
you make me want to inhale enough helium to float away.
the worst lie i ever told was "i love you"
my best truth was realizing it
my heart aches to love you
my brain begs for me to stop falling into a never-ending trap
ashes to ashes
you are my end-all
And I am holding hands with my depression while it screams into a microphone
It's used to being center stage
The center of attention
I'll kiss my love on the lips and it'll tug at my shirt whispering
"I'm still here"
It'll grab at me on car rides
Pinch my walking down the street
Make my nose bleed in bookstores
Break my fingers in urban outfitters
"I'm still here"
"I'm still here!"
"I'M STILL HERE!!"
Slowly getting louder as I try to push it down
Sometimes I muffle it
But I can never completely silence it
My hand slips
And a battle cry is released into the night
the duct tape wasn't tight enough
Or maybe my grip
I guess I stopped kicking it eventually
Stopped fighting it
Stop tying it
The thing I kept in my basement but instead of me trying to make it stay and it trying to escape
it fought me to be cemented in my mind
taking all my resources starving me emotionally
Maybe sometimes physically
I accepted that it was a part of me
I let sing to me
We're both in the basement
It would sing things
They don't like you
There isn't a point in breathing it's mundane, it's uninteresting
You have hurt so many people and been hurt by so many people you're beginning to forget where the line is
And which side you're on
If she knew you now
She'd be disappointed
But she's dead
She died before you tried to let her learn who you grew into
They'll all die
We are all just putting off the inevitable
You know you're happier alone
You know he doesnt really love you
So stop answering the phone
My depression took out a knife
And slit her thighs
I was asleep but she bled on me all night
And in my dreams
I knew the warmth was from tragedy
Though I never bled with her
I let her keep me red
Keep me angry
"You'll never have a dad!" she yells.
"You'll never go away"
I frown at the shriveled little body of memories and chemical imbalances and tubes and guts and hearts and other dismembered parts
And I think
I've known you for so long
But i've never really looked at you
I am surprised
You grab me
Yell at me
This poem could've gone so many different ways, but this is how it ended up.
dear my blues listen
you're not fine, it's not okay
you'll run out of breath
And here we are
Five years running
and nothing to show
except the slowed
and an absence
of what once was
Except you don't know
know that I'm
know that I'm
if I'm behind in
I feel I'm at a loss
because we met each other
and now I'm just pointed bones
and you are the sun
and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you
But I am burnt
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
our exchanged glances used to be filled with passion
and now they're empty.
where there used to be laughter there is frown lines.
where there used to be skin, there is blood.
where there used to be life, there is death.
you were my favorite melody.
where have you gone?
i'll never stop loving you.
i'll never let go of you.
but maybe that's hurting us more.