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life is a teenage boy.
every day it breaks my heart.
every day is a fight out of bed.
every day i wonder if i'm worth being faithful to...if i am a prize...if i'll always be the prettiest.

life is my mother;
abusive and loud,
vein and possessive.
one day life wants to hug me
and then pushes me hard.
life wants a storm every
other day because life collects my tears for fun.

life is me wishing you understood
how much i love you but realizing actions are important.
life is dealing with the truth that you're afraid of me.
life is me having to put in effort while having a weight so heavy and so invisible...on my chest.

life isn't about me.
my life isn't about me.
my life is not about me, at all.
darling—

i almost made it out
the house
down the slanted
           concrete
                      steps
i nearly passed the garden gate
with tired
        ivy
            crawlers
for a moment i thought i was free
no ghosts
       no ashen memories—
But bags in hand i couldn't help
and took
     a glance
            behind.
I used to hate the myth of Orpheus, I think it's because I was scared of making the same mistake.
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
Eva
Blank ceiling
Disillusion
Like
Empty dreams
Hanging in the place of clouds
Each wish
That has ever been begged for
In a hot sleepy mist
Against the cool navy panes
Nose pressed firm
Chin and eyes
Pointed up
Asking the
Stars
Like splinters of
Broken silver glass
With
No desire to reply
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
yomama
lone
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
yomama
being alone
breathing freely
knowing there is no judgement
no eyes
except my own
a lovely feeling knowing nobody can hurt me
a divine force inside me not seen by anyone
A few moments alone with myself
I might be ok in this moment forever
never going back, always silent and singular
always a fresh breeze and the carelessness
maybe loving myself is just this
being comfortably alone, nobody in sight
As if I am the last person on earth
no option of loneliness
 Feb 2018 mickey finn
DancingEnt
You have a decision to make

The voices keep echoing
Nagging
Clawing
Shouting

You have a decision to make

Her voice says it first
Then yours
Then mine

You have a decision to make

But I’ve already made it
I just need to let myself
Know
I was at a point where I had to choose between someone I had loved for years and someone I had loved for minutes. It was stressful, but not hard. Because from the first day I knew what I was going to do, but I hid it from myself. I finally allowed myself to acknowledge my decision, and I've never been so happy.
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