Make art vulgar, fake your death, change your nameI fell out of love with chaotic situations
Now in love with you and teaching you patience
You teach me how to see through human eyes
And how to properly bleed so we do not die
I fell into a borderline rage
Diagnosed with my father's fame
We know history will never change
So, you say learn from it and keep it in its fucking place
Lines are floating in my eyes, dramatic but I am still alive
When did living find a home in survive?
My friends are dying my friends are dead
It is all a figment of heaven and hell making love in my head
Go blank when the world sets itself aflame
Because it will burn to indulge on what you crave
Swallow what these demons came
Because what do we have to offer if we do not grow
If we do not forget what we were forced to call home
You will not let me digest the alcohol with my own body
You show me safety and how to genuinely say sorry
So, it is my turn to hold you while you sink into my clothes
To free the tears that have made you choke
I push you until you are almost falling
So, you can see the edge on which you have been walking
And when you come close to stepping off
I will show you that scared can be soft
That scared will scream and apologize too much
That scared has used precaution as a crutch
That scared will learn not to raise his voice
Because if scared really needs you then he has no choice
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...