𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

thuddering thoughts {❦}

ring around the rosy,
pockets full of posy.

did alice from wonderland ever really come back?

{ fallinggg forever  }

i like cupcakes with no icing because the sweetness rots my teeth.

{ maggots in my gums, yum num }

i(s)cream, you (s)cream, everybody for i(s)cream!

{ sss like a snake }

STOP

i can't focus on anyone or anything because my mind is scrambled like eggs on a sunday morning in bed with yo-

SHUSH

these past few weeks it's been impossible to put pen to paper because it reminds me of dipping oreos into milk and laughing when you dropped them in the cu-

{ please }

i loved you
for the way you sucked my lower lip and stroked my back.

but she sits on your lap and laughs faintly with a cigar drooling from her teeth.

{ my heart hurts }

now scorching flames lick my tongue and make my eyes steam with tears.

the fires crackling laugh blows puffs of smoke in my ear and wisps of firey ashes on my clothes.

{ help }

my personalities are fighting for control.
the war rages in my mind so aggressively that i knit my fingers in my hair and pull until my head shakes and i scream until my throat is raw and droplets of blood are spilling from my throat.

{ are we done? }

you said, it's rock 'n roll, baby

can you feel the music in the air?

my fingers plucking guitar strings on your back

when i think of kissing my mouth parts and leads me to you

{ do you remember? }

neon blue numbers
stare me in the face
the clocks lazy eyes slowly blinking
as the minutes tick by
until it is
one a.m.
two a.m.
three
and
i am wide awake with the shadows of blue caressing my face and the swirls of sleepiness massaging my heart.

{ i want you to sleep with me forever }

am i the life of the party?

my lips are soft with purple lipstick and there's probably a stain on my teeth.

{ a penny for your thoughts? }

insomnia lies heavily on my mind
and eventually, i guess,
craziness takes control
of us all.

{ i am an outcast, always }

"will it ever get better?"
she whispered against my skin.
"no," i said,
not wanting to lie.
"in the end,
it all sinks to ruin.
in the end,
we all
fall
down."

authors note:
poetry does not always
have to make sense.
and maybe this doesn't,
but in a way,
i think,
it does.
and that makes it
even more beautiful.