I took a picture Sent it to my boyfriend My first thought was I look familiar Like Jigsaw Weird cheeks Big lips Strange… Full stop You look like a person Like someone loved Who also loves You look like a mom Like a girlfriend A daughter, A friend You look like the lady Who puts…
It’s strange to me Looking back now At the way I was I felt confident Shimmery Or like A disco ball Breathing colors On every surface I felt magical Like a unicorn With pretty clothes And glittery makeup Totally deluded By my own Optical illusions
It starts small A turned knob An open door Well hello Old friend How have you been? A memory stirs With a wicked hand A light goes out You’ve closed the door But it doesn’t matter You’re not alone The whispering starts And the tears come Because you know Depression Always uninvited Tends to overstay
So many things I miss about you Your energy was always so high You loved movement, dancing You were a literal musical Everything you did was intense A grand white whirlwind Sucking everyone up But then…. You’d spit them out The thing about whirlwinds Is that they can become tornados Leaving devastation behind And I…
The lines connecting us Are jagged and broken Snagging bits of dark That cling to us Along the way Memories boiling In a cauldron Filled to the brim With dashed hopes And dying dreams It’s a rotten stew To sit down to So I don’t think I will This time They can eat alone I…
The sorrows are hanging Left in the dark to cure Wrung out and dried Just waiting to be worn
Were you remembering All the baseball games As you sat on your porch Listening as kids played A few blocks away The cheers and the boos The random loud cracks As ball met bat Were you thinking of youth Would you have given anything To go back for a day To wear a uniform Sit…
I’ve been sober for quite some time. Aug 10, 2014 I woke up knowing I could never drink again. And I haven’t. I think about and can go back into the brain I had. I can feel all the heartsick and pain. All the ways I let the world torture me… how I tortured myself.…
Sometimes you hate yourself And you think everyone else Should hate you too So you make up reasons And concoct scenarious That prove that it’s true Because if it’s true then You don’t have to focus On why you hate yourself And you can begin To defend yourself From the other person And then maybe…
Small, thin, malleable Strands of long, skinny wire Twisted and woven Between bone and sinew Positive connecting negative Animation progressing Pieced together leftovers A created strength She walks through Sleeping ghosts Hungry zombies And broken humans Searching for survivors
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