All these strings that held me, bound me
To the ones I love and the ones around me I
Tied them
And maybe I can’t take full credit maybe
Somethings I didn’t choose I just let it
Happen, let the world happen to me, happen through me, but

I’ve been thinking
I don’t wanna be sad anymore
And I’ve been drinking
And It’s making me sore

Don’t wanna glorify this pain, I’m pretty over laying on the floor
No one else can make me better, there’s no escape and no trap door
Do we learn to pay attention or
Pay attention to learn?
I’m glad that I trusted everyone,
too bad I know now it must be learned


I used to disappoint you, used to
Lower your bar
If I’m already a **** up
Your surprise can’t break my heart
Maybe tomorrow could be different
If I believed that I could change
Maybe instead I’ll put it off
Maybe I like, like feeling estranged, like feeling estranged

you are a habit
a routine
affecting me
hopelessly

you are the sky
always there
above me
     what do you see?

you are a bird
wanderlust
and free
without me

you never really hated the memories,
only who you shared them with

Poetry has become my self harm,
I only write at my lows...
Instead of blood I see words,
Instead of a blade I have a keyboard...

I want to write about...
The wind dancing with the sea...
Or...
The way you smile and it lights up your innocent face...

I don't want poetry to be my self harm,
Because poetry is beautiful...
An art...
Not.
Just.
Blood.
And.
Scars.

they come in all forms
the enemies who win
the obvious
the abstract
the ones who know what you believe ?

is there a shield?
for the people you have let in
to who you really are?
when you want them to stop knowing you

when you see them
do you feel embarrassed?
for some reason ashamed?
maybe you feel like running

maybe you just stay in place

just smile