In terms of being a friend to my friends Im becoming more and more spiritless Im starting to feel a lot less like a friend and more like a fucking therapist I ask about them And listen And They talk And I just keep waiting and waiting for a turn to respond I’m starting to… Continue reading There is no “me” in “Friend”
I start to become aware of how much smoke I am blowing I watch my appetite decreasing As the hours I am sleeping start growing I am so aware of myself yet I feel so clueless If the faith that I will get through is all I’ve got Have I got enough to get through… Continue reading August 10, 11:40 PM
Do not be somber Stay longer Continue to wander Tame your monsters You are a songbird You will conquer You are stronger This time
It’s weird to come to a place that you once called home and not have it feel like home at all. It’s been years since I felt like I had home anywhere. When I am in one place I call the other home, and vice versa. I think it’s to trick myself into thinking that… Continue reading Home
Loving myself and protecting myself have started to look like the same thing.
I want you to know that I see you I am you I want you to know that I feel you You are part of me I see you Please put down the blade God hasn’t given up on you He doesn’t hate you You will not feel alone forever Your dad won’t always beat… Continue reading To My Ten-Year-Old Self…
I guess you can say it’s hard to write a poem about your worst regret. I still remember all the things you said and my memory plays them back to me now 3 years later even though I can’t remember the way my lips felt that last time the only man I ever loved kissed… Continue reading To the High School That Said There Was Grey Area