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A Dec 2018
An exhale
Followed by the deepest inhale
So deep that i thought
For a second
That this might be the time my ribcage
Finally collapses in on itself
this ain't it
A Dec 2018
The smiling man from the grocery store
Doesn't seem as cheery
Staring up at you from Grandma’s china
The stench drifting through the house
Doesn’t seem as exciting
As the first time, it greeted you at your front door
The man who used to sit your dining room table
Doesn’t seem as annoying
When he’s split into his own jigsaw puzzle
The noise coming from the park
Doesn’t seem as innocent
Since you dumped your leftovers there
this was for a thing about serial killers for halloween
A Dec 2018
Heavy heart and ripped jeans
Even the idea of you makes it hard to breathe
Broken glass bottles and truck beds
Numb is the only synonym for your name
Balanced on late nights and shaking hands
The contents of her drinking soaking into the carpet
Only my anger seems to be as intense as her’s
But never directed at anyone in specific
Her’s seems to only surface around me
And hell
I know I can’t seem to ever pick the right thing to say
For some reason
When it comes to her
Her hands
Her laugh
Her smile
Her voice
Her empty promises
Her mumbled words
Her shattered glass
I’m desperate to be able to solve the puzzle
every beginning has an ending
A Dec 2018
You were the decision to look both ways before i cross the street
To pick up a fork and eat a couple bites
To put down whatever i was holding
To call someone before it got too bad
To not let myself get stuck in that loop again
To not end up in the bathtub again
Throwing up all the pills i took
To not have to come up with an excuse for why it looks like a crime scene
To not end up even more scarred up then i already was
So
What was i supposed to do
When you made the decision to quit loving me
Who was i supposed to turn to
I know what i did
But what was i supposed to do
ooft
A Dec 2018
Take me off the wall
And scatter my memory on the floor
Shove every reminder of my existence between bed frames
And under piles of forgotten laundry
Demolish every notion that i was ever a good person
And bury it under the tree in your yard
Leave me to be the one to blame
Whisper about me in secret conversations
And insinuate that i was the one who didn’t deserve you
Tear apart the final pieces of me you still possess
Scream about every little thing i did wrong
But don’t you ever try to come back for me
forget me
A Dec 2018
You’re sweet tea and alcohol and the faint smell of smoke
You’re late night phone calls and ****** memes and whispered apologies
Because no matter how hard i try
I always end up saying the wrong thing
You’re cheesy pick up lines and bad tv shows and pasta roni
You’re deep breaths and silent air and soft spoken words
Because calm seems to be something that radiates off of you
Not because you’re always calm
But instead because your presence seems to have this intense calming effect
You’re oversized shirts and hoodies and kids movies
You’re little giggles and yawns and late night stories
Because you became my whole world in the blink of an eye
You sent my own existence into a whole nother system of thinking
You’re galaxies and the sound of waterfalls and star watching
You’re reassurance and safety and the idea that i can be happy
Because no one ever seemed to care about me the way you swore you did
I never wanted to have to let you go
And i certainly never thought I’d have to try to sleep without your voice on the other end of the phone call
You’re drinking on school nights and trying to sleep and insecurity
You’re heartbreak and empty promises and knowing i’ll never get anything better
Because even though everytime you tell me to leave or leave me on read
I still crave your presence and voice in the dead of the night
I’d let you hurt me a thousand times just to get one text from you
But i’d much rather slowly inch back into your life
I’d rather be stupid inside jokes and trust and someone you want to be around
I’d rather send you memes and listen to your stories and occasional phone calls
Then have to watch you walk away
You’re the bad and the good and everything i want and everything important to me
You’re a group of things that constantly bring your name to the front of my mind
Because most simply you’re you
we love a good toxic relationship
A Dec 2018
You're an enigma of the finest sorts
But somehow
Yellow just seems to pour out of you
It stumbles out in search of someone else's life to color
Always seeming to forget that you deserve more yellow than anyone else
Even as it searches behind door after door
And through cabinet after cabinet
It neglects to brighten any of the thoughts that cloud your mind
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