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Matt Winther Jun 2018
If it’s space you want
Then I’ll give you an oceans worth
I’ll drink away the memories we made
And smoke away
My mistakes
I’m not blameless in all of this
But when push comes to shove
It’s a hell of a lot easier to hate myself
Than you
It always has been.
Matt Winther Jun 2018
I've been climbing the walls
Of this windowless house
Searching for tinder
To burn my way out
There's no room to breath
Even less room for doubt
I've blocked all my egress
I pine for a route

A castle of soot
I've built on my own
As loves turned to ash
To embroider my thrown
Matt Winther Jul 2017
We stand on unfamiliar shores
And cast our troubles into the fjords
They swallow our sorrows with a bloated
And hallow belch
They will not die deep down there
In the pit of my stomach
They claw their way to freedom

— The End —