the way these metaphors aren't a safe place anymore // the quiet ways in which i have forgotten myself // your unusual and mystifying brightness // the way we never say what we need to say // me pouring salt in my open wounds just to feel something again // the drunk texts you sent me // the cold coffee poured in the kitchen sink // my fucked up sleep schedule // me always sticking to the bad choice // your never spoken apology // how you kissed me like you were afraid i'd break // how you never soften your words when you're around me anymore // the homesickness // the fucking mess we made of it // my lazy urgency to detach myself from you // my hands shaking like tree branches in autumn // how i'm running out of space in my brain // the way i'm scared and predictable // how i called you crying last week // the way i've always been addicted to self-destruction // the razorblades you have for fingers // how with you, the aching, the hurt sticks // how i'd rather choke in my own words than let you go // the way i desperately need to learn how to
YOU ARE READING
your glorious indifference
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] [an ode to the things that make me want to spit blood and call it poetry] copyright 2019
