Fasciem Descendit
Here w
e
go
o.
Agaiiiiii
n.
My
thtuhogs
fallapart.
It crushes the
styrofoam that my
walls are made of.
In case you didn’tcatch
that,
they’re not very strong.
My walls.
But they’re not very strong either.
The
boy
s
s
s
s
s
s
s
s
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.
I don’t have enough left
for you to break my spirit,
so pump with
novocaine
before you
throw me out.
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You Are Right
To be afraid to
Touch me.
Worried I may
Bite?
Or worse,
Hurt you in some
Deep dark place that
You’ll never recover from?
Well, good.
Sometimes it’s right to
Be afraid.
So continue on with your
Intimidated behavior,
I’ll end up being
Exactly what you wish I
Wasn’t.
(Source: Spotify)
"But I will hold on as long as you like,
Just promise that we’ll be alright"
Ghosts That We Knew
Slow Dancing
You always said reading my writing was like
slow dancing.
Da-duh,
da-duh,
da-duh,
BAM.
Funny,
that’s always how I thought of
the battle going on in my head.
Nev-er,
ev-er,
ev-er,
ENOUGH.
Ultimate Slumber
Don’t put a face to your
name,
A pulse that I can feel
is enough.
Parasitic,
but we’ll take our turns,
your body will slide nicely
over next to mine.
But you can trust me to
always keep my head turned
the other way.
I’d rather face the wall
than your blinking
face.
My room has cups
everywhere.
I’m always trying to fill my
body with something.
They stand, their heights varying,
creating dimensions among
my counter space.
Can you help me
peel my skin back?
Start with my lips,
like the openings to a zip-lock bag,
they’ll flip inside out,
and tear back against
opposite sides of my skull.
But where am I going with this?
What am I trying to
encompass?
So many things to deal with in my head.
So little heart left to
hold onto.
(Source: Spotify)
I Can See
this conversation happening:
Geez, you’re so self-absorbed.
then I would say
I’m tired of giving.
I want to take.
Taking doesn’t
hurt.
I Promise
That one day,
If you ask,
I’ll tell you everything.
It will
Break your heart,
But you will know
Everything.
"My words will
carve your iced-over heart
into the monster
you are inside."
Best Foot Forward,
But I’m an
amputee,
Guess I’ll have to settle
with a hip or a knee.
Nothing worth having
ever comes easy,
does that old saying
even include me?
Sticks & stones
will break my bones,
but if you don’t TRY
for me, I’ll surely die.
Warm skin,
soft mouth,
pretty teeth,
north & south,
spitting words
far from true
please don’t say,
is this the real you?
Big brown eyes
big surprise,
when all these memories
will become big lies.
Stop blowing up my phone,
Quit getting inside my head,
Best foot forward,
But with every step, I dread.
