I am I, and I wish I weren’t.
I tried. I really did.
You turned me into a poet
and then left before I could
finish what I had to say.
if eyes were planets,
then yours could foster
the human race, yours
would be capable of
welcoming us during transference,
of embracing us as we trudge
from a broken world, such as mine-
the next chapter, conducting
us lyrically from the previous
and into the thickening plot
I haven’t taken my anti-depressants in over a week, for the first time in 5 years, and I actually feel human.
Mood swings and random tears, but that’s alright. I’d rather feel like a person than a fucking rock.
Sometimes you need to burn bridges to stop yourself from crossing them again.
Drinking the dregs of the past.
Write about it
if you’re scared.
I don’t know who invented the selfie, but all women owe him a lot.
I can’t figure out if I’m a totally sappy lover boy or an angry, lonely, and bitter old man playing an 8-string guitar in purgatory.
You can’t rush the best things in life, but damn it, you’ll try