Toes pattering with pain
Arms swooping with love
I want to dance until it stops
Until my spins put me
Seconds before the world
Where troubles don’t register
And you can spin until it’s all over
Until you tip over from exhaustion
Breathing heavy and lost in euphoria
No thoughts, no need to hurt, nothing

I can be a really skeptical person,
I don’t believe in ghost, and just think of weird things that happen as coincidences,

But, as flower petals magically float down toward my passenger seat, just before I close my car door.

I felt chills, as if memories from past lives rushed through my skin like electricity when you touch a Walmart cart.

Instant, waiting for a reaction.

And if that isn’t one **** of a metaphor,
I don’t know what is.

Pretending that tomorrow
Will be better than today
Pretending in the future
You’ll actually want to live
Pretending some part of you
Actually really matters
Pretending you care about
Your self destructive habits
Pretending you want
To be better, to get better.
Pretending you’re normal
Average, happy, and content