The complications of being uncomplicated create a tangled plot in life's drama.

I was unprepared for your lack of self-awareness
and the way you approach life like a
kid running the wrong way with the ball
Sometimes I feel like your mother
sending you to your room so you can tantrum
Other times I feel like your daughter
when you lay out my pill as if I can’t take it myself
There is a difference between being creative and indecisive
between sensitivity and overreacting
You have to find who you are, and stop lifting so many lids
your anxious energy is clinging to my calm like a parasite
eventually, you need to find a calm of your own
take your spinning outside inward, where things are still
I want to help you, and I will, because I love you
but rarely, rarely, do I feel like your lover
partly because I don’t want to anymore
I don’t want your touch, I don’t want your kiss
your hands are annoying me, please let me sleep
I don’t want to gag and choke on your tongue
just rest for a while, so I can figure out how to do this

It's unravelling:
The ball of yarn in my hands.
It's fraying
As I drag it through the mulch.

But I need it
To find my way home.

WHAT THE **** CHANGED                              
WHY DIDNT IT WORK                                              
WHY DONT I EXIST TO YOU                                    
WHEN YOU EXIST IN EVERY                                  
******* THING IN THIS                                    
STUPID ******* WORLD                                    
I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE                                    
I SEE YOU IN THE ******* SKY                      
WHEN IM SMOKING LONELY CIGARETTES
AT 4 IN THE MORNING                                      
I SEE YOU IN THE STRANGERS THAT              
WALK PAST WITH BLANK FACES                      
BUT WHAT HURTS THE MOST IS THAT          
I CANT EVER SEE YOU AGAIN.    
                      
S.W

An eternity.
A prisoner in my bones
Eating its way out.

i remember the night you called me,
completely intoxicated by
good people and cheap alcohol,
you told me, you’d
never love anyone
as much as you
love(d)
me.
S.W

it's 6:56am and I can't stop thinking
about the way you held me
at 6:56am on January 25th
and how complete I felt
with your arms around
me and my heart
in your hands

but now it's 6:58am
and I can't stop thinking
about the way you crushed
my heart on March 4th
and how lost I felt with
no arms around me
and my heart still
in your hands
S.W