Poetry

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

  • When we burnt it down, lit it from both ends,

    We weren’t trying to hide evidence or our face we

    Didn’t want to be ignored anymore

    So tired of I told you so

    When we always hated I told you so.

    There are things we now miss because those were our map.

    We deleted our map.

    We learnt that people are not the best to be trusted with your darkside

    Especially when they don’t speak the same internal language

    We know what speechless sounds like

    We know what silence tastes like.

    It’s still on my tongue, the words unsaid because no one said

    And now I know what I wanted to hear, from go from start from where do we start?

    All I want to hear is,

    I don’t blame you.

    Because that’s all I ever say to anyone.

    Because I always blame myself.

    Because once upon a time I was a small child and daddy told me

    It was always my fault.

    They think I am calling myself the victim, as I separate and stare out into nothing

    What I’m whispering to myself

    Is I blame me. I blame me I blame me I blame me

    I

    I wanted to hear someone say, I don’t blame you

    So maybe I could try to do the same.

    Hey, I wasn’t trying to blame you I was trying to say I was hurting.

    Hey, I don’t blame you.

    Do you blame me?

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  • If I could set you alight like you set me and show you

    Show you I trusted you in silence with every fibre of my being

    Would you walk on by?

    Do you even recall my name?

    I watched from so far away, this call that I would like to answer.

    I still don’t have a reason, but.

    Holding on only because I have this notion of this feeling of this someone that won’t leave me alone

    There’s no way around it,

    It happens to me too,

    Suddenly it’s about him,

    And the old words sting sometimes when I see connections.

    I want a place to start too

    Is there any word that would fit?

    All I want to do is have another moment that could never exist

    Because he points and says

    I told you so.

    And I know when it is and isn’t I can hear it.

    It’s not about me either,

    But the title says it all

    This after the trauma that I fight or the hole I drown in I

    Found the wolf in New York

    I don’t know why it connected there,

    I can’t get everything right that would be too easy,

    But none of this has been easy, has it?

    Don’t be stupid

    The frustrated light in the end says

    You know it’s not what they want it’s what the monsters want

    But if that was true,

    Why do I still feel like he’s not forgiving me for something

    As the quiet messenger sits and watches,

    Knowing I can’t believe anything I hear and that the feelings scare me because I don’t want to believe that it’s real anymore

    If it is I’m going to fall apart alone.

    The question was

    Do you believe in me

    And the answer was yes but

    I’m afraid accepting the feeling I get would make me exactly who I wanted to see.

    Some copy.

    Or a similar soul

    Awkward laughter

    He only wants me to keep your promise.

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  • I’ve given up fighting.

    I just write what it wants to hear.

    It never mattered how much I had have whatever if I do now it’s just as not worth it as it was then

    There’s no home to go to, and no one is calling me maybe

    There’s no last call

    There’s no answer

    The question was who do you

    Not who does you

    I won’t say the word it just dirties the perfect words I ruined.

    I ruined beautiful songs with my disgusting unwanted nothing feelings

    The question is still answered it’s just silent and I will never be enough regardless of the answer.

    I could post it publicly

    No one would continue calling me in the silence of this nothing that is what I must deserve

    It’s my punishment.

    Pain, silence, and solitude.

    The music doesn’t heal anymore

    It just reminds me of everyone I wanted to think I was good enough to speak to

    I want to die.

    Who do I love?

    I’m sorry I found it in a song that asked it on repeat and I had to answer it compulsively it just pours out and at the end of being forced to make this stupid fucking answer again

    It never mattered.

    All I learned

    Was that I never mattered.

    Neither does my answer.

    I can’t fight it anymore.

    Maybe I’ll wake up later and feel like I am worth something

    But I don’t
    Not today.

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  • I hope you know I don’t make promises without the intention of keeping them

    But I don’t know if you saw the promise and you don’t want it anyways.

    I hope you know I did want to help you, but there are thousands who can do it better and are worth far more than I will ever be.

    I just figured out you didn’t want me sooner. Neglecting this category isn’t because I don’t think you’re still worth saving

    Or whatever

    It’s because I’m not.

    There’s only two left until I have cut out all the people who I pretended wanted me when they don’t.

    It was just easier to stop making a fool of myself with you.

    I hope you can get back up and stand on a stage again.

    I won’t be there, that I know is a wanted promise.

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  • Trying to believe that something good was coming, it was coming any second.

    You get what you need.

    You don’t get what you want.

    I thought it was true,

    But it was never true.

    You don’t get what you need, they watch and judge you and kick you out and leave you with nothing and continue to watch

    If I could truly get what I need, what I need now that I have nothing left

    I wouldn’t have to wake up anymore.

    But here I am.

    I woke up in hell again.

    Everything is the same.

    I want to go to sleep.

    I wish I could close my eyes and sleep.

    That’s what I wanted.

    Tried to make it go away but it’s here every day

    And the sentence for expressing is the pressing continuing silence and solitude.

    Never feel.

    I learned to never trust face to face how to feel with anyone they will

    Spit it back at you as the cruelty you already saved for yourself.

    I don’t want to be ignored

    But it’s all I get.

    So, if all I get is ignored

    And you get what you need,

    I know what I need,

    But I can’t find a way out.

    I dreamt I was in the forest,

    Away from the places I could be found.

    I dreamt of someone who wanted to talk to me,

    But that same person doesn’t exist.

    They all want something when I open my eyes.

    I don’t want anything but connection,

    But they cut me out, I’m just a loser when I open my eyes,

    And if you get what you need,

    I just need some time to give everyone what they want.

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  • I couldn’t do it I tried so hard

    I tried every day it was like setting it backwards before

    I was searching for a reason to live and I thought I had found them and I felt like my heart was new and there was a reason and I

    Selfishly desperately need a reason

    I desperately tried to find a reason

    The days

    And the silence as I told myself reasons but they grew into lies as I tried to keep them together

    They were supposed to be reasons to live.

    The flip came when it wasn’t looking for reasons to live it was looking for reasons not to die

    It started small, it screamed as it fought and left scars on my leg

    But I still didn’t notice when it flipped and it doesn’t matter because

    I still couldn’t find any.

    Half on half off and it’s not like I’m not trying I’m trying like a student tried everything

    I got burned as the reasons to live never became reasons not to die

    I tried to out run it but it screamed and there were new scars on my arms.

    And as the walls closed in smaller

    And the hole grew

    And the vultures grew closer and

    Crying and screaming and pouting don’t work

    Yelling at the ocean didn’t work

    I looked everywhere for the reason

    The reason to or not to

    You see,

    Do you see?

    I ended that play,

    Throw back,

    But wait, back in reality

    I still don’t have a reason

    And I’ve run out of places to look.

    The only thing I ever needed

    Was a reason for why I had to do all of it

    And I never found it.

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