I keep my money pursed, and my lips locked.

But that’s the beauty in loving someone, all those limbs to jump from.

Heart throb garbage disposal
Eat your heart out proposal
Moon shifting
Atoms


Period ***



Regret is my demons greatest weapon

The word **** tumbles tightly from your lips,
Stuck in the back of your throat like ill chewed food. You look at me in disbelief as I hand out the details, like bullet points on a brochure. I’ve never seen so much pity pooling and overflowing into and ebbing nightmare of truth. But here I am, asking you to still see me as I am, not as I have been treated.

Struggling to stay

Battling depression is;
Clean fingernails
Under fresh pillow-cased beds
When you forget to eat
But in the good way
Paying bills
On time
For everything
Being able to be late just once
Showering always
Scrubbing
Not crying.

Letting go of him was like shooting my dog between the eyes.