And though my eyes are almost shut… I’ll let them stay heavy for a whi… If I fall asleep now, Tonight will turn from reality to… And while they’re wasn’t anything,
Every night without fail, Before letting myself drift off to… I line up my stuffed animals, All of them tucked under the cover… Surrounded, crowded, loved.
As gross as it is to admit it, I can feel the beads of sweat form… It’s 30 degrees outside, I’m in t… Surrounded by cardboard boxes. Filled with memories,
i feel my body was built to rot, placed into a casket, not a cot. please, love, don’t give me that l… the one saying 'dry your tears’. i’ll be gone before it ends, this…
I feel sick to my skin, Simply thinking of your beautiful… Reducing to bones.
Drunk Done up A bow in my hair We hugged I fought
Spend a year, Living out of a cardboard box. Washing yourself in your own spit, Not purchasing a single piece of s… Because you’re helping,
You used to tell me to stop, When I would apologise too much, For things I shouldn’t have to. I did anyway. You used to make me tired.
It’s a challenging thing, trying to accept that you actually have some value as a human being. That someone, somewhere has to care about you in some capacity, when all you’ve ever been ...
I work better as a concept. I want you to be able to touch me, But my skin turns to a butterflies… The moment you lay your eyes on me… The second you walk through the do…
I can hardly process the fact that… In her life? It’s almost an unfathomable though… I forget, so simply, that we are c… That when I hold her hand, she ca…
Chills run down my neck. The crisp night air, Solitude within thousands of stars… You cross my mind, I scream at myself for caring.
The indescribable joy I feel, He says body is something of beaut… How loved I felt, how worthy of i… He told me he couldn’t stop starin… My figure, my movements, myself.
“Drunk words, sober thoughts.” So when I was serving you that ni… You had been watching me. Your wife and daughter, sat next t… Shot after shot, you had everyone,…
I am writing this on the bathroom… This is less of a poem, more a col… It’s funny to think that my body i… Well, it’ll be funnier if I survi… For me it’s a staple in life.
