I’m getting bad at what I do
I’m getting words stuck behind my teeth like pills in peanut butter,
words stuck between my teeth like apple pulp.
I’m getting backlashes of food poisoning,
how my whole body became a devil entity and I swooned in and of desperate consciousness,
how walking was the hardest.
Like how acid trips give you acid slips
Like how you never wanted me,
like how I’ll stop caring eventually.
But now I’m choking on my words and there’s no excuse
And I used to write poems about self abuse
that I never gave myself.
But for now, words fumble
like I did for you.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 11:57 AM UTC
I’m getting bad at what I do
I’m getting words stuck behind my teeth like pills in peanut butter,
words stuck between my teeth like apple pulp.
I’m getting backlashes of food poisoning,
how my whole body became a devil entity and I swooned in and of desperate consciousness,
how walking was the hardest.
Like how acid trips give you acid slips
Like how you never wanted me,
like how I’ll stop caring eventually.
But now I’m choking on my words and there’s no excuse
And I used to write poems about self abuse
that I never gave myself.
But for now, words fumble
like I did for you.
simple, from 2 years ago
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