Poem: Blood that pools, drowning me
In a world where there’s no end, where do we end up?
I’m listless but I have potential
To surrender all of my dreams to my inquisitive nature
Blood that pools around your legs
Soft, crisp edges of the shells of eggs
Broken
Ceiling
Frostbite
Alright
Stage fright
I’m mimicking you in all directions
That the beat moves in
Soft
Glances
Kitchen
Cabinets
I always wanted to know what frostbite was like but it got so cold I was scared they would take away my fingers
And I wouldn’t be able to play you melodies on the piano any longer
Tender
Heart
Cold at night
Stage fright
I used to be a a beautiful ballerina
In a past life
In which I made my grandparents proud
No more hiding behind a boy’s name
I’m fast as hell
But I don’t sprint any more
Don’t cry anymore
I don’t do a lot of the things I used to
Adult life
Pains
Dripping slowly
You beg for it to hurt but when it does you go insane
Beg for it
Torture
Spiraling thoughts
Movement in a circular sphere where only I can see you in your true arrogant nature
Self portraits of a ghost
Confidence, you’ve got the most
A dinner party with no found host
Burnt piece of toast
True
Statements
About a death in apartment 95
About how free we feel on the motorcycle, it keeps us alive
How my parents were disillusioned when they wanted a child
How I’d have to be disillusioned to take him back
Honey, ever known a man that causes heart attacks?
All of my favorite characteristics he lacks
Cold
Hot
Tears
The ceiling’s dripping candle light
The ceiling’s dripping candle light
The ceiling’s dripping-
