Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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It’s fine
It’s fine because no one is coming and no one is ever coming
It’s fine because I’m yours to do with as you please
And you please to put me away in the dark where I’ll never see the light
It’s fine because no matter what happens it’s the wrong person walking through the door and the bed will still be cold and I will still be cold
Until I wake up after the broken fever and everything is too hot and I’ll be too hot
It’s fine because it doesn’t matter what anyone does I’ll still be here just wanting some love
Like an orphan who already had too much
Greedy tiny hands who just want some more
Too much
How much do I have to drink to make this stop hurting and that stop moving
And me just stop
It’s fine because I always fail and no matter how hell this is I’m still here
So it’s fine
Because I can’t go anywhere
And no one is coming.
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I don’t want to be alone tonight
But I’m just mad they aren’t you
I just want anyone to come and make me feel alive
But they still aren’t you
I don’t want to move on or try again or find someone else
Because they won’t be you
Don’t want to fall for anyone or get attached or believe in tomorrow together
Because they still aren’t you
I just want anyone to be by my side I don’t care
Excuse while I get vulgar
Someone to fuck me and make it leave me alone for a few days
I don’t care who
They still won’t be you
And he’s not coming
I just want someone to feel this fever with me
But they won’t be you
It’ll never be good enough or right
But I’ll take anything anyone
Please
I just don’t want to be alone
They won’t ever be right
But I keep swiping in hopes someone will take me away from it
I don’t want to fight
I don’t want the moment
I don’t want anything permanent
I just don’t want to be alone tonight
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The forced grin of the black jeep as it passes
I said I can’t just say there will be ravens
There it is circling lazily above
I wonder if he can see the sun from there
The clouds are higher but maybe there’s a break
There are too many
They won’t all be on the path they belong on
Just like I fell how many others go down the hole only to come up for air
And think it’s just not worth it only to dive down again
Purple like the leaves that these trees have but the others don’t
It gives them a burnt quality.
Do I have a burnt quality from sitting too close to all the suns
Or not
Truthfully I can draw lines from these back to many others
Like they start out as threads released on metallic plastic
Then they get stitched together later
It doesn’t really matter what I realise though
Stubborn final bees too
Did I bring it to life or kill it later?
Both probably apply.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to come out of this hole without a hand up
So I just hang on the edge until I can’t hold on anymore
And then watch as they watch as I fall in again.
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I don’t think time is moving I think it has stopped
Ever since that day we ran through something
I think far away screamed to warn us
But it was inevitable
I think that things move and things change and people continue
But time has stopped
I think clocks still tick I think we still revolve I think time has stopped
I think someone has to start it again
It can’t be me
We’re running out of time
Out of it
On the outside of time
I think we should go back
Let’s go back
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Someone should tell men how pretty they are.
About how their perfect columnal necks attach to perfect and smooth trunks that connect to the branches of their arms
The angled curvature of their fingers
The way their bellies lead down their fronts to their beautiful
Hips, buttocks, and legs.
How they’re pretty
Like they always have such beautiful eyes and better lashes than anyone
How lips of all shapes just add the pretty to their pretty faces
Someone should remind men how beautiful and pretty they are
Even the most maned majestic lion
The most grizzled and scarred grey whale
The shortest and timid meerkat
The laziest dog
And the brightest star
Are pretty.
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As the sun slips beneath I think of you I think of you
Is there anything that could carry who I am and tell you how much I love you
Could the sky bring to you letters and shapes that convey all my feelings without overwhelming
You have so many friends
So many people who love you
You’re more than I ever wanted and more than I’ll ever deserve
I love you
I love you so much that every ache every twinge every failing limb I would feel it all again with only the chance to exchange words
Hello
How are you
I’m fine
How are you
Or something so simple it wouldn’t even matter the first words to bridge the gap
Can we start from friends and find our way it all depends on you but I took all my chances away by calling you a liar and fighting with words you didn’t say
But I love you and that doesn’t change every day the same filled with this desire for something someone so much more than me
I wish I could be everything you ever wanted
You survive me only because you are so stubborn and I love your stubborn
I love your second guessing and the way there’s no right answer except you
Every day it’s you over and over I return to you
I love you
I do I promise I do if there’s anything true if anything is true it is my love for you
I know it’s not the right colour and my words are never good enough but if for just a second you could hear me
You’re so beautiful.
I’m so glad you’re not perfect I’m so glad you are who you are I’m so glad you’ve been who you have been
I miss you every day I love you
And you will always be the best part of me all the pieces I took and put in my bag and carry of your thoughts and feelings
You will always be loved by me even if you never love me I will always
Always
Always
Love you.
I love you.
I still love you.