Personal matters
#Deep #Issues #Jen #Jenay #Personal #Self #Weak
I’m not a side dish, I’m not a left—over, you can’t put me away, you can’t save me for later, as with all things,
You never loved me, Only the taste of my name, As it lingered on your slithering… Falling out, dripping, With poisons of promises,
Tried to meditate, too many different people, are inside my head.
‘I’ am the lifeless infinite. ‘I’ am the sun, perforating throug… ‘I’ am a strawberry moon. But what is I?
No implications, Did I notice at the time, Only the key strokes.
I can’t say I know, The bed where you lay, The shape, color, and patterns, That makes up your day, I can only say now,
I feel like I could vomit tears, But that wouldn’t suffice, For amount of years together, Exactly twice, I have no idea...
I never thought I could crave a s… Like the one that sits across your… Distinctly scraped from the corner… Made in depths of dreams and forei… Its own presence, reflecting galax…
She melds into the rhythm, listening for a heartbeat, escaping into the fumes, her thoughts incomplete. She escaped through the cracks,
Carefully and slowly, I unfold myself from inside, Dark and lowly, I swallow my pride, I let her out,
‘We’re the same’, Teetering on edges of lines, I ca… And you say again ‘we are the same… Conflating words, Of an honest one,
It feels much less like a kick in… but a slap in the face, I would say ‘fuck it’, but it wouldn’t adequately represe… that was lacked in,
Stumbling over words, Like a child stumbles over shoe la… Left undone. Every word I want to say, Left undone.
“You’re trapped.” He explains, My body is bare, I’m losing time, And losing air.
under florescents, the cigarette butts are like confe… glittering the sidewalk, with anxiety.