Sit and stare at that word loe
World, falling deap while I feal so high.
Kisses tell angles lie.
Secret twist behind goodbyes.
Lost truth once found with blood can't cry.
Tore up mess lost hug found bliss,
Gory play on watch can't stay.
Hidden deap if cracked will pay.
SoLO TOLO see it be it,
**** it free it .

Room temperature beer,
Petal pink bra,
Grey sweatpants that should be in the wash.

A sip of beer
And then a deap exhale.

Ink smudging my fingertips.

Two pillows,
One person.

One person,
And a lukewarm beer.

You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
In a couple years when your 5 kids deap.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
When you have no money.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
Instead of that dead beat.
You'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
The first time he hits you.
And most of all you'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me,
When the good looks fade away and all that's left is a washed up old man who doesn't truly love you.
Yep, you'll be wishing you had settled for a guy like me.

#######*


mud
primeval
oozing
inside
mouths
spit out the
hard part of the
life the first time you
open your lips to be
source
of
screams
to bring voice to
the world in mortal
agony                   agony
from a                   voice in
distress                      distress
that's                     coming
from.               a great
rib of fears fears
so deap thy are
unutterable



soulsurvivor

I wanted to write
Something perfect.

But,
“Pobody is nerfect.”

Every sunbaked afternoon,
And rainy day,
Every crunch
Beneath my feet
Of salt and snow,
Every deap breath,
On my way
To an hour of safety.

Did I ever tell you
That I liked to
Stare intently at
The fiber art on the wall
Of the third floor waiting room?
There one that looks like a waterfall,
One that looks like eggs,
And one that looks like
An angry speech bubble.

I remember being young,
And not telling you
The whole truth,
Then growing up,
And shifting uncomfortably
In my chair
While being more honest
Than I knew I could be.

You had a white electric tea ***
On your windowsill,
Kept company
By a stack of colorful mugs,
(The orange one was my favorite.)
I recall sipping tea with you
When I had a cold.

Pobody’s nerfect.
Who is “them”?
Feel your feels.
I am a mountain.

I talk a lot,
And I mean a lot...
I’m sure
You already know that.
But I don’t have the words
For years
Of smiling,
Crying,
And bad words,
Growing up,
Smeared makeup,
My first job,
And learning
To love myself.

I hope you have
A tea ***
In your new office,
And your cat clock.

I hope someone else
Gets to grow up
With your help,
And remembers the things
That I remember.
I’m sure many already have.

Thursday’s were for breathing,
Tuesday’s were for closure.

I’m going to live my life
Carrying your words
Tucked behind my ear,
And I’m going to make you proud.

Thank you,
For the high speed
Emotional
Puberty.

-Layna