Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Am I really okay with the first love being the last love

    Doesn’t equate or equivalate.

    I just want you to believe me.

    Because I always get turned away.

    Showing up with hands full of love to pour all over anyone who accepts.

    They push my hands away and fold them in on themselves.

    Crushing the offered love with them.

    It’s just another piece of my heart, I whisper.

    But I wanted more than anyone anything to have you believe me.

    I just want you to believe me.

    That I love you so much it hurts every day within this swirling mess that is

    Universe

    Galaxy

    Solar system

    Earth

    So much spinning

    I can’t keep track

    This and that

    Going and going

    But all I wanted

    Was for you to see the love I had and say you thought so

    Like it was expected

    Don’t you see my love?

    Don’t you believe me?

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  • You sure are a rockstar

    You adorable little rockstar

    But babe I don’t know what that means

    I don’t know what it means baby

    To be a rockstar

    Does that make you above or higher?

    What does it make you?

    How are we separated?

    I don’t know what it means

    Baby you’re a rockstar

    But I love you either way

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  • I know my body better than you do

    I know my body better than you do

    I sit across from a doctor

    Hoping this time something will be visible

    Hoping this time it’s not just pain

    Hoping there will be a cure this time

    A pill to fix it

    A surgery to fix it

    I’ve turned into my mother

    The doctor gets that conspiratorial look

    Slides over

    You’re probably right

    I don’t want to be right

    I want you to tell me I’m wrong and I want you to tell me how to fix it

    But I’m probably right

    Because I know my body

    I’m only ever right when it doesn’t benefit me.

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  • Stoic

    I’ve never run into someone so unaffected before

    The cold stings my fingertips

    I wish the songs would run cold

    But they don’t

    So why

    I wonder why

    I want to be there not here

    How is it that I’ve been here for hundreds of hours

    Just waiting in the cold for the warmth of the songs to reach me

    Because the door has been tightly shut since long before I got here

    I knew it was shut when I got here

    I knew that

    Why am I still here?

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  • I win

    It’s orange

    It’s cold

    I’m so damn tired

    But there’s the moon

    Solid crescent

    I beat you

    I win

    You’re late

    Just kidding

    I know you’re too far away to be here right now

    Like the smile on the Cheshire cat

    It’s just you and me till he gets here

    Let’s scream at him

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  • Join me on a journey in which I lose my mind

    I’m jumping now and falling down leaving all sanity behind

    Don’t catch me here you’ll miss me as I fall crashing down

    I think that like was a like that said

    It would have been better if you were dead

    That I should have been gone

    No one wants me here

    I didn’t belong in the joyous celebration and handed out was a slap in the face

    I deserve it of course

    I don’t remember why but I deserve it so I’ll take it

    Thank you

    It only hurt for a moment

    It would be best if it ended

    So it ended

    And nothing changed

    The same day it’s still not tomorrow the numbers switch over but today is still yesterday and every day before

    The piercing shards

    Are they really my dream?

    I don’t remember what it looked like in one piece

    Of course

    That’s what dreams are

    They’re always broken.

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