I am the stillest kind of chaos
I am the fullest kind of empty
I am
I am 4am 911 calls
I am soft poetry bouncing off peeling walls
I am I am
I am taut skin stretched over overworked knuckles
I am a kaleidoscope of tasteless adjectives scattered
over the ashes of your past lovers
I am I am I am
I am a mess,
a jumbled figure of a person
you've long forgotten
I am not myself
I am I am I am...I am not
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
I am the stillest kind of chaos
I am the fullest kind of empty
I am
I am 4am 911 calls
I am soft poetry bouncing off peeling walls
I am I am
I am taut skin stretched over overworked knuckles
I am a kaleidoscope of tasteless adjectives scattered
over the ashes of your past lovers
I am I am I am
I am a mess,
a jumbled figure of a person
you've long forgotten
I am not myself
I am I am I am...I am not
trying to break out of writer's block
bear with me
