Bear with me as I post random stuff from months ago because I’m trying to clear my drafts out :/ (I have over a 100)
Bear with me as I post random stuff from months ago because I’m trying to clear my drafts out :/ (I have over a 100)
C r a c k.
The sound of a neck snapped as punishment for this failed encore
C l i c k.
The sound of the gun that Saturday night that took your father’s life
T h u n k.
The sound of your head as you are knocked unconscious
S p l a t.
The sound of your sister as she lands on the cold paved ground
T i c k.
T i c k.
T i c k.
The sound of the bomb in your best friend’s luggage right befor...
Self sabotage is a beautiful dance
A waltz, a tango, a ballroom romance
We fell in love on an October night
We became one to cure our own plight
Self sabotage tastes sweet on my teeth
I can taste her lipstick when she kisses me
It tastes like blood and cranberries
My pain fills her with energy
Self sabotage doesn’t care for me
She feeds me on rotting sweets
I bite the hand that feeds me
So maybe...
Can one be sadly angry?
Or miserably furious?
Anything is possible
With something so serious
My anger wants answers
My sadness still grieves
They battle regret
And straight disbelief
My mind is Pearl Harbour
Bombed without cease
The fighting’s intense
It’s Normandy Beach
I won’t pick either
There’ll be no peace
Not on this island
Not in this blitz...
Yesterday I looked skinny
Today, not so much
My mirror can’t decide
If I’m pretty or not
A new roll of fat
A sharper jawline
Shifting and changing
My body’s not fine
It changes each day
It changes my weight
It highlights the scars
I try to hide away
So much uncertainty
Cheeks red like burgundy
Idea of judgement
I shudder so nervously
Can’t understand
Why it won’t follow the plan
No matter what...
It feels like she’s trying to read my mind
With the way she’s staring through my eyes
She asks questions with a reptilian smile
Everything thing I say gets jotted down
She reads meaning between every line
She’s convinced I’ve been traumatized
She’s coming up with another diagnosis
I can’t believe I’m paying for this...
I’m sitting at the doctor’s
with my sleeve rolled up
He gets out a syringe
with a needle ontop
A lady walks in
she sits down with her son
She looks so old;
He looks so young
She glances at me
as the doctor punctures skin
Blood is slurped away
but she’s still glancing
She’s staring at the marks
the long black lines
She’s staring at the marks
I always try to hide
She’s staring at the marks
That I...