life gets so busy
and hard to control
so you continue your absences
you’re on a streak, on a roll
5, 6, 7, 8
does this effect my fate?
I know the answer, I know the truth
i always say I’ll work on it
ive said it since my youth
it becomes a hassle
a tough way to live
but you chose this life,
“oh what I’d give!”
but now you’re stuck
hanging by a thread
and your time is consumed by this
and the thoughts in your head
you can’t remember the last time you went to get coffee with your mom
or the last time you held sand in your palm
by the ocean waters, feeling the breeze
but now you’re here, killing yourself for your dream
and all you can do is remind yourself to breathe
and think of the things you want to achieve
push past your body’s limit
and start a new day
with affirmations
that don’t feel the same
as when you started to say them
you recite them anyway
scrunch your toes in your sneakers
and ballet slippers
my contemporary socks
and **** in my stomach,
under my tights and over my liver
the baby pink
so soft and sweet,
your teachers tell you “better turnout, is what you need”
sing to the radio
in your mother’s car
she takes a risk
and drives you so, so far
but god knows
your feelings are tightly kept
under your bed
in a glass jar.
they rot and rot away
until you open them up
and spill them into your notes app
or onto a blank sheet of lined paper
