I never learned
how to feel
reasonably,
sensibly,
normally
I only know
how to let sadness
consume me
and love
take over my atoms
while it
eats me alive
I let anger burn
in my body
until I'm charred
and raw
and my insides
are left aching
I let jealousy
build up like tar
in my stomach
I let my indifference
ruin my intestines
and scar my skin
I let hate
turn my brain
into a record
that tells me
I deserve
blood
and suicide
and I let guilt
hold me by strings
that control my actions
like a puppet
like a corpse
I let it starve my body
until I can't
remember that food
is meant for energy
and not a false
sense of control
by means of
it's absence
I don't feel feelings
I become them
I get attached quickly
I never learned
how to have
healthy,
constructive,
good
relationships
when I feel excitement
I also experience
such intense
stomach-churning dread
because every
lovely thing
I thought would stay
has left
I don't think
I was made for happiness
see,
the idea of love
is the same to me
as fear
the idea of safety
is just one side
of the coin
that is
abandonment
it's not even that
I don't trust
when I feel safe . . .
I can't
I know
all things
that are sweet
inevitably
turn sour
even the freshest
of fruit
will
rot
eventually
every person who
I have let
into my heart
has also ended
it's unsteady beat
so when people
ask to know me
to "love" me
they are also asking
to have the capacity
to end me
I guess
that's why
when they say
they care
I interpret it
as a threat
I don't imagine
they'll actually
stay, so
I have a hard time
letting them
in
I have a terrible time
allowing love to
begin
I never learned
how to suffer
in a way
that is normal
I don't just cry
I shatter
I don't just feel
I embody
I grieve people
before they even
leave
and I die when
they finally do
I have trouble
with attachment
Dec 14, 2021
Dec 14, 2021 at 4:14 PM UTC
I never learned
how to feel
reasonably,
sensibly,
normally
I only know
how to let sadness
consume me
and love
take over my atoms
while it
eats me alive
I let anger burn
in my body
until I'm charred
and raw
and my insides
are left aching
I let jealousy
build up like tar
in my stomach
I let my indifference
ruin my intestines
and scar my skin
I let hate
turn my brain
into a record
that tells me
I deserve
blood
and suicide
and I let guilt
hold me by strings
that control my actions
like a puppet
like a corpse
I let it starve my body
until I can't
remember that food
is meant for energy
and not a false
sense of control
by means of
it's absence
I don't feel feelings
I become them
I get attached quickly
I never learned
how to have
healthy,
constructive,
good
relationships
when I feel excitement
I also experience
such intense
stomach-churning dread
because every
lovely thing
I thought would stay
has left
I don't think
I was made for happiness
see,
the idea of love
is the same to me
as fear
the idea of safety
is just one side
of the coin
that is
abandonment
it's not even that
I don't trust
when I feel safe . . .
I can't
I know
all things
that are sweet
inevitably
turn sour
even the freshest
of fruit
will
rot
eventually
every person who
I have let
into my heart
has also ended
it's unsteady beat
so when people
ask to know me
to "love" me
they are also asking
to have the capacity
to end me
I guess
that's why
when they say
they care
I interpret it
as a threat
I don't imagine
they'll actually
stay, so
I have a hard time
letting them
in
I have a terrible time
allowing love to
begin
I never learned
how to suffer
in a way
that is normal
I don't just cry
I shatter
I don't just feel
I embody
I grieve people
before they even
leave
and I die when
they finally do
I have trouble
with attachment
vent I guess
