bones creak and squeak like rusted
out springs, floorboards for you to crawl and
hide under, locked in a box
of my other thousand worries.
ignore the stomach growling. that's my redemption.
sometimes i wonder why i bother
getting out of bed at all
because i always end up laying down
anyway
and dammit, the concrete hurts.
not enough to kill me, but enough to shock me into remembering
you never took my heart.
you ran over it in your black car and it has lain there
scuffed in the road
for a few months now
(because i haven't the strength
to dust it off
and try again. not yet.)
and i think, i can't keep doing this to myself.
being near you is like
slowburning over an open flame,
and i am foolish enough to smile when you're there but when you go
the fire races under my skin,
consuming everything,
but i am not meant to be my own hades
am i? is that right?
i shouldn't put myself through this.
but i know i will, regardless.
sup
Comments
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And you gots amazing friends to help you through it, of course... lol.
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blah... I feel your writes to the depths of my soul... one of the lines that struck me the most is...
ignore the stomach growling. that's my redemption.
I've never been diagnosed with an eating disorder but when I'm stressed or upset I do the opposite of most and starve myself instead of over eating. Much love...
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stop amazing me with your poems haha
i love how you are taking all of your personal circumstances and creating them into beautiful poetry that so many people can relate to. this is very accessible, so your readers can enjoy it without having to know all of the little background details. great work, as always
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