oh to be swinging with scratched corneas again, that's the life
strawberry seeds stuck in gums, bones shedding from too much usage
not feeling as empty as i do now
what a cute little fantasy to live in
what a shame, i feel so sick
relapse and selfishness go hand in hand
i've always been right, i am unlined and at home
"finally fitting in? hesitating on showing another sign of weakness? did the palpitations ever simmer down? how depressing it is that your damaged body can't even feel the tetanus setting in (was the view worth it?) do his muscles ache when you dance with oncoming traffic?"
some things are better left in the gutter
long time no see babe, i'm glad we met
i'd miss a thousand sunrises just to see the moon with you
you know how much i love having bruised clavicles
but please release my shoulders
i wish i could unsew my stitched smile when i think of you
these pieces aren't fitting together, it's all so forced
i'm happy to be alive but it hurts
it'll get better, i promise
art is subjective, this love is not
be grateful you were ever a thought
let's just start over: hi, i'm lonely
heartache shared between two people that shouldn't walk the same ground
delusion is driving me to people that are different versions of you, come back
this isn't as fun as it used to be, i don't like being tossed around as much
let's go back to only being strangers
how do i get this thing to stop thinking?
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 6:12 PM UTC
oh to be swinging with scratched corneas again, that's the life
strawberry seeds stuck in gums, bones shedding from too much usage
not feeling as empty as i do now
what a cute little fantasy to live in
what a shame, i feel so sick
relapse and selfishness go hand in hand
i've always been right, i am unlined and at home
"finally fitting in? hesitating on showing another sign of weakness? did the palpitations ever simmer down? how depressing it is that your damaged body can't even feel the tetanus setting in (was the view worth it?) do his muscles ache when you dance with oncoming traffic?"
some things are better left in the gutter
long time no see babe, i'm glad we met
i'd miss a thousand sunrises just to see the moon with you
you know how much i love having bruised clavicles
but please release my shoulders
i wish i could unsew my stitched smile when i think of you
these pieces aren't fitting together, it's all so forced
i'm happy to be alive but it hurts
it'll get better, i promise
art is subjective, this love is not
be grateful you were ever a thought
let's just start over: hi, i'm lonely
heartache shared between two people that shouldn't walk the same ground
delusion is driving me to people that are different versions of you, come back
this isn't as fun as it used to be, i don't like being tossed around as much
let's go back to only being strangers
how do i get this thing to stop thinking?
my resolution for the year was to write a line every day that summed up my thoughts. at the end of each month, i will construct them into a coherent poem. this is january
