As songs from before I was born
Play on the radio
Celebrating love
I find myself missing a boy
That isn't mine
Sunday, June 24, 2018
Roses are red
Saturday, June 9, 2018
headache
All the pain
That courses through
my body
Has now formed a clot
In my head
The pain in my knee
And ankle that makes
me wince
When I walk
Has now formed roots
in my head
The pain in my wrist
That comes and goes
Making me consider a
career
In anything but
writing
Has found its way deep
into my head
The pain in my chest
When I over-exert
myself
With exercise or
walking
When my lungs
tighten
Begging for air
The pain that stabs at
my chest
Has crawled into my
head
All the pain
That courses through
my body
Has now formed a clot
In my head
It has come to a
standstill
And every movement
Feels like a stab right
through my skull
Loud noise
And bright light
Feel deafening
Blinding
I was to cut open my
skull
And remove that clot
Before it
Bursts
Monday, June 4, 2018
Present
You have become the person I write for
Even though you are no longer a person I love
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)