It’s deafening,
Sometimes,
Living with your own ghost.

She haunts my corridors
Like a malformed memory that will echo
With each breath.
She wants to watch me
Dig
Indefinitely to the
End.

Nothing would please her more than to watch me dig myself further into this hole of a life.

When I ask people to repeat themselves, it’s not because I couldn’t hear them.
Rather, because I hear her yelling at me to get out.
Watching me
Run
Out of
Time.

Sometimes I wonder if I scare other people as much as she scares me.
Other times, I wonder if she is the one doing that for me.

I’m not insecure.
I know who I am and I hate that person.
And I know who I was,
And I curse my unwelcome passenger for the end product.

I am my own adversary.

I think I want to get better, but I'm really not sure.
We’ll see tomorrow, if she permits.
Wrote this in a really dark place. Revised it in a healthier state of mind. Anyway, anxiety is fun!!
Sea's End Nov 13
Impulsive shopper.
Favorite band goes on tour.
Account overdrawn.
A silly one to lighten the mood for once (based on way too many real-life instances).
Sea's End Nov 8
Now
If there's anything that I like about myself
Right now,
It's that I resent myself
Enough to want to change.
A teenager that doesn't like themselves? Whaaaaaaaaaat?
Lotta stuff going on. Bad stuff.
Sea's End Nov 2
As I start to sink,
Whether or not I want them,
Compositions rise.
Rough patch for me right now. As depressing as the words may be, haikus are fun for me. I think I like keeping this format exclusive for my haikus.
Sea's End Nov 1
She writes about bruises as if I'm the one that causes them.
Am I?
I wouldn't want people to think that I would ever lay a hand on her.
Or, at least,
Not a closed one.

When she is a tangible being
(In my world),
I will hold her.
So close, and for so long
That her skin will never forget my earnest feelings.
Not one single mark necessary to do so, either.

She scares me sometimes
The way she writes about me
Like I'm a monster she just can't shake.
Like I've got such a grasp on her
That she keeps getting these 'bruises'.

But, I should know best
That physical bruises are the only ones
That can be reversed with time.
This poem is a bit hypocritical. So am I. Aren't we all?
Either way, I do love her. I hope she knows that.
Sea's End Oct 29
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
Sea's End Oct 26
When you look a poet in the eyes for long enough
Eventually, you'll know what they are
Without a shadow of doubt.

Some poets,
However,
Will never be acknowledged.

Because people are too scared to take the time
To see them.

Unfortunately, the cream does not always rise to the top.
At times, it will sink
Below a product
Much
More
Dense.

Ironic.
Takes one to know one. haha~ Not super proud of this one, but it's a concept that I've been thinking about a lot lately.
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