i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
together

I converse with
The voices in my head

They talk slowly
So their guidance isn't misread

you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse

Sometimes, the words don’t come.

The consistent stream of consciousness, ceases.

I am left with nothing to say.

There is a beauty in the broken mind.

Like an abandoned building taken by nature.

It is not that my mind does not work.

It is that it works too fast,

And I am left behind,

Scrabbling in the dust,

Desperately seeking a connection,

In the discarded fragments of thought.

I am fighting a losing battle.

I fear the white flag will soon arise.

And signal the end.

"I'm not a poet. I don't feel like one.
I like writting. That's all."

you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was