I drank too much, I passed out at 3.
You made me want to pick up a bottle and drink until I couldn’t feel anything.
I hate you.
I want to stop drinking, I don't want to come home drunk.
I don't know how to stop though, I don't know what to do.

I’ve watched you now a full half hour
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!—not frozen seas
More motionless!—and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again!

This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister’s flowers:
Here rest your wings when they are weary,
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We’ll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

I’m dancing with Anorexia.
Pushes me this way and that way.
I try to run away but it pulls me back every time.
I'm addicted to it,
I'm addicted to the voice in my head.
When someone says you lost weight, I feel like I'm winning.

We played the rhythms of our talks
like candle-lit shadows on these walls.
All through the starry skies,
we raised our laughter to soar up high;
The closeness of your skin crawled under my desire,
where we held each other,
warmed by our lonely inner fires.
Displaced.

But, brightened by the light of day,
I found your voice drifting away.
You rolled yourself up behind a smile,
kissing my shoulder, lingering a while.
Misplaced.

Then you traced the contours of my life,
and left without saying goodbye.
The windows pouring the sunlight in,
leaving me wallowing in the scent of your skin.
Erased.

A trailer built by vikings
it can never be
sold
The porch is just
some broken
old
wooden pallets
The walls are green with
mold
Spiders hide under
the cushions
And it's either
too hot or too
cold
But if you are there to
hold
me
I wouldn't wanna be
anywhere else
in the world.