My bedsheets are months old now. Smeared with bloodstains, a little handwash I spilled on a spot I now cover with my pillow, dried tears, glitter and glue from the time I made my sister a sloppy birthday present, a little juice I spilled yesterday.. and you'd think that's all. I lie here all day,… Continue reading never made for normal
Hey, you. It's been so long since we've sat down with our cups of insanely bitter black coffee, and I've depressed the shit out of you with my stories. You keep telling me to stay out of trouble, but I'm sorry; I've got another story for you today. Do you know the feeling of a… Continue reading Bitter.
Of all the enemies I've made over 19 and a half years, anxiety has always been the worst. Sneaking up on me at the worst of times, rendering me incapable of lasting another minute around people. Destroying my happier moments, swallowing the last traces of love around me. And I let it happen. I let… Continue reading In new light
"Your aloofness is terrifying" Your groggy voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I turn around to look. I'm taken aback: your eyes are glistening in the dark. I turn back around and take another drag. "What are you talking about?" The bed creaks as you sit up and scoot over to dangle your… Continue reading I Only Forget
I plunged deep into dark waters today, thirsty waters threatening to swallow me whole. Each droplet mocking my intense vulnerability, faint whispers tantalizing my numbed senses. Suffocating thoughts, overflowing emotions, bottomless pits and blank, dark eyes staring. They haunt my waking hours, those empty gazes; while sleep is accompanied by the greatest traitor of all:… Continue reading Haunted.
I've survived on memories far too long, And I've only had bad times to look back on. Every now and then, I struggle with words Stammering with the things that need to be said. I won't even admit to myself My constant need to be heard Not by those who'd just hold my hand, But… Continue reading Hurting, Healing.
What do you see when you look at me? Sagging shoulders, or my fairly convincing attempt at a smile? Sunken eyes, or tired feet that have wandered aimlessly countless miles? I'm exhausted, yes. But I'm not ready to go back yet. Not ready to go back to the place I called home, where every nook… Continue reading Evanescent
If someone were to ask me, what is the single most beautiful thought you've ever had? I'd speak of quiet moments spent in the darker corners when I'd smile to myself just at the thought of your gap-toothed, goofy grin. I'd think about how the damn world stopped spinning, everything else became a blur and… Continue reading The Most Beautiful Thought
You were all that sparkled when darkness settled A reminder of everything that remains true My world is little, without you it's insignificant Your poetry is all that I breathe Through your poetry, I forever grew Your blood-curdling screams still echo in my head, The ghost of your caresses still console me You still haunt… Continue reading Crumbling.
June 25, 2017 Packed my bags, said no goodbyes. Just in time for the night's last train. Tried escaping what couldn't be escaped, But his eyes pulled me back in again. Like dried-up roses I'm withering. My petals giving up on me, one at a time. Don't look back, they'll say, But look back anyway.… Continue reading No Goodbyes