Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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I don’t know why
But I thought I saw you
And it just feels the same as it did then
Like if only
Like if only we could just
Too much
Too much to expect
I don’t want to go back to being some love sick disgusting person
It’s not worth it
It makes me look foolish
There is no way to you
Like how I miss the sound of your voice
And how I miss your
I shouldn’t know what your hands look like but I love hands and your hands are my favourite
I miss your hands.
Every time I think I’ve got away
I’m back to him again
Like I have no control of it
Yearning silently
And I still don’t know why.
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No one’s fucking coming
Don’t get your head knotted
You have the sun the rocks and the other suns
I don’t believe anyone loves me
Because whenever I fall down,
When I finally get back up
There’s no one to be seen
Love, I’m sorry, but I’m glad you’re safe
Not that you’ll ever hear me in this space.
No one ever hears me
Even beating a sound seems like sin
A prayer for the fallen and reminders
But there’s more
Because that’s just how Coyote thinks
If no one here will play with me
Or help me get up
Or wait until I get up
I’m going to play with my rocks
And listen to what they say
Because they’re the only ones who care
In each different way
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You’re pretty and perfect and I know I’m just not
You’re beautiful when you scowl gorgeous when you pout
When you frown
When you’re thinking
When you’re playing a part
When you’re tired from working
When you’re down when you’re not
You have such beauty within you I cannot speak I am not worthy of it though I used to think
Used to think
And it’s playing off key now you see because it started without pain and then that’s all there was
How can I keep doing this if I hate every word?
Yet here I am. I am here. Wherever here is anymore.
At least I can say I couldn’t do it alone
The drugs are good
So much thinking is gone.
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I wish I could know someone who loves me as I am
Who sees every break for what it is
A cry for help to be saved from the past
But I don’t know that person yet.
Because no one knows me and those that do I’m afraid
They say what they say but I still have to put on a mask
Something to cover up my less desirable parts
But I don’t think there’s a person like it
The clock keeps ticking and I haven’t found anyone who loves me and understands
And accepts me for who I am
Who knows even when I don’t know
But I don’t know
I don’t believe I will.
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Apparently we’re not talking
Always wonder what I’ve done
If we’re arguing and you set then the sun sets but you don’t set
Set
Please don’t be upset I just keep getting ruined by the music
What are you so nervous and angry about?
I hope when I see you tomorrow you’re feeling better
The rose coloured sunset was prettier
That doesn’t mean you’re less pretty or that you are less than what tainted eyes see
Reversiblely it means my eyes just aren’t good enough to see all the colour.
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I only wanted to tell you to let you know that I was going to kill myself in that room in January
I don’t remember what day it was I had no reason to
I was going to do it because I had worn myself down into nothing
I couldn’t speak
I couldn’t eat
I couldn’t drink
I couldn’t do anything
I couldn’t sit still
I couldn’t feel
I felt like nothing
I wanted to be gone
I felt like it was just time to do it
There wasn’t any fear
When I do it these days it’s always through tears
But I had no reason not to
It had simply gone that far
I was so empty
I couldn’t hear any songs
I was going to do it
I’d written my final note
I had no where to go then
But I tried to find my way out
I tried to turn the door knob, but it wouldn’t turn
I tried to lock and unlock it,
But still it stayed firm
Turning to try and find a way to get myself free
All the while your music, which had led me that far,
Kept my mind running, trying to keep myself from dying.
The only way out
Was a knife upon the table
I tried to use it, to unscrew the handle,
But it didn’t
And I for a reason I don’t understand
Still felt I can’t speak
Not a sound could be had
I got mad I started knocking on the door with my hand and no one would open it
So I tried again with my hand but it still wouldn’t budge, so I gave it a slam
Still no one came
So I just gave the doorknob a yank
And finally it opened and I’ll be frank
Not one person who was in the house seemed to think it was strange.
I took back my phone I walked to the back door
And
Told her I wanted to die and she said
I know
And nothing more.
Nothing more.