i spit out
the words
you put in my mouth
so you feel
okay

but the taste
of rot
and rust
still remains
on my
tongue

overwhelmed and breathless
but
in the way that makes you
tired of existing

until the realization
that i have not been
drowning
deep in the ocean

my feet are planted
in the sky
and it's only my head
under water
and
if i just keep walking

i'll be in the clouds

i'm such a
paper person

and i've got
the same
design as
everyone else

i'm in a
different frame
but the story
has all the same lines
the same oxford comma
punctuating
the same lies

and i scream

thinking
that my voice
sounds
different
than the others
screaming beside me

what *******.

i'll never say
"all rights reserved"
because
these poems aren't
really mine.

as soon as you
resonate
with my inky words,
they are
yours.

numb fingers
but not from the cold

my heart
is just so tired
of missing you
that the blood
falls asleep
in my veins

i'm late
to the party

i only keep the
walls company
anyway

i went through seven
outfits
before giving up.
checking the mirror
and crying
at my reflection

brushed my teeth
three times

after throwing up my guts

and you don't
want to
share a smoke
with me

but that's fine
i had one before i came

and it's these nights
when i wonder
why i came at all.