i was colliding at the bottom of prescription bottles
[[am i holding hands? am i holding on?]]
and you were some blurry jesus holding percocet
and walking on water
below my bed.
when i think about getting back
what i've given out
i get sick to my stomach and have to breathe through baby steps.
counting off every intake,
holding it deep inside like cigarette smoke,
and then letting it out
slow as georgia sunsets through plantation windows.
sometimes i think about the south
and remember how your gentleman pride wore thin when it came to desire.
(hello, pot? this is kettle. you're black.)
morbid vanity, and a kind of disgusting pillmatic wheeze.
we were too good for everyone
and no good at all
holding our hands and jumping into the pool spread-eagle
letting chemicals and chlorine tastes fill us like the lies we used to chant
back when we were baptists and younger.
i don't ever want anyone to know me
like i let you.
and it terrifies me to think that someday
someone will regardless.
Author notes
"and you walk on water
below my bed."
i think that is one of the most beautiful things my head has ever made.
everytime i think about this i want to cry.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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this poem is one of the most beautiful things that your mind has ever made! theres so much emotion flowing through this that it takes my breath away! i love the imagery of the south,
"and then letting it out
slow as georgia sunsets through plantation windows.
sometimes i think about the south
and remember how your gentleman pride wore thin when it came to desire."
wow.
you continue to amaze me!
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i get sick to my stomach and have to breathe through baby steps.
counting off every intake,
holding it deep inside like cigarette smoke,
and then letting it out
slow as georgia sunsets through plantation windows.
fuck me, i love your lines
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"you were some blurry jesus holding percocet"
--love this line, very cool image I got. Aw, you can cry though, you're allowed to. Actually, you should.
The ending is great, it reminds me of myself in a way where I never want to let anyone else in. I don't want anyone to get to know me the way I know myself, that's all. I always feel like they're lying anyway. A great write and read
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