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Tatum Aug 2019
you are my life jacket

keeping me from drowning

i’m in arctic waters with the flames of my love for you spreading miles

but just as my love for you burns so hot

and warmth of the fire is warming my skin

the love i had is withering away

the flames grow dim

the warmth fading

my demise is impending

the icey water is increasingly unbearable

but you can’t save me from the inevitable hypothermia

as i float there in those icey waters

you keep me afloat

but i’m still dying
as time went by the love i had for her was growing smaller until it hurt me to stay with her and amplified the depression
  Aug 2019 Tatum
Peasant The Poet
I used to think I was good at everything
But now I know it’s not true.
After trying & failing & yielding nothing
I realize I’m bad at letting go of you.
Tatum Aug 2019
i find myself staying up to be comforted by the ghosts that hide in the darkest corners of my room

i’ve become addicted to the whispers of words left unspoken

i cry with the demons in my head that come out to play while everyone else is dreaming of better tomorrows

being in love with the dark is a dangerous game to play

because the ghosts stop hiding
the whispers become screams
the demons coddle me while i cry and pray the pain away

i’m in love with the dark because that’s the only time i feel as if i’m not completely alone

— The End —