Thoughts, musings, hopes, dreams, sketches, voyages, adventures, of a lost and troubled mind.
are not the same
as love letters.
Do not fall in love
with your sadness.
It is a sloppy kisser
and will always steal the
covers when you
it makes the bed too cold
You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you.
My mind bleeds poetry that will be whispered
on the day and night of my funeral, the last
remnants of my passion after the light has been
lost, strangers catching the last trail of white.
I tried to self-induce vomiting for the first time today.
I had eaten one thing that was disgustingly unhealthy and I needed to purge.
I tried for maybe twenty minutes. I stuck my fingers in my throat and tensed up my stomach and thought of disgusting images in my head.
I looked up tips online as to how to force vomiting. It didn’t work.
I don’t know if I’ll ever try again. It sounds painful but so is sitting with a bloated stomach that feels like it’s a poison to my body. I’m sitting here wishing throwing up would be easier and less painful or daunting.
This is me running straight into your arms to tell you my skyscraper heart might still be afraid of heights.
Your dark side might still be searching for its stars but the acoustics are still amazing in our meteor showers.
The light will never be out of your league.
You were the first one picked for your own team.
Our underdog hearts are winning this game even when we are doing it all wrong,
even when we are falling apart.
You are water
we’re all water in different containers
that’s why it’s so easy to meet
someday we’ll evaporate together.
One day I’ll do something that I won’t end up regretting.