i am in constant fear of forgetting.
forgetting how i feel,
what i'm thinking,
the directions to your house,
the quadratic formula,
all of it


so i leave myself notes along my way.
inked on my skin,
attached to sticky notes,
sticky-tacked on my wall,
in the paper's margin,
everywhere


but with you,
you're convenient.
tap two buttons at the same time
and our words are embalmed for another day.
just as easy as that.


every once in awhile
i like to refresh myself
by scrolling past each screenshot of us
i began to notice a pattern,
somewhere outside the messaging format


between each picture
were tons more, unrelated.
between us, whatever we are
life has moved on
we've been caught in our little world
while the rest has moved around us
but we have too


i know now
that no matter what happens
i will be okay
because time will move on
and i'll keep taking pictures
of things that aren't us
just like i have been
from the start

-june 14 2014-

Falling, falling, falling
No destination
No thoughts of climbing
No plans of rescue
Just an origin and the
Tripping down an endless spiral
Twisting, ripping limbs
Soft arms frozen by murky darkness
Scalding hands melting away
Chewing at flesh
Lukewarm lips, never aflame
Forever longing to feel
Stiff bones, still tendons
A weak mind, flooded lungs
Tongue ablaze with unborn thoughts
Ringing ears with ghostly silence
Beating heart, limp pulses
Barely alive, just enough
Catching the feeling
Of leaving
Of slipping
Of falling


---ill be uploading all of my poems from poetfreak bc i don't want to lose them since the site is shutting down, so hurray for spam---