There are some feelings, some memories buried so deep inside me (because i've put them there) that I have to dig through the dirt of my head to find. I wish I could just dispose of them and they'd simply disappear. Yet sometimes I dig them out, purposely bringing all the pain back. There are things etched on the walls of my brain, things I want so badly to bury in the depths of my existence. When she looks at me, I feel like someone has taken a gun and shot me right between my eyes, straight through my skull. I feel the blood drip, and the immense pressure in my brain is utterly unbearable. My whole body goes into war mode, and my head is a whirlwind of thoughts that slowly kill me.
9/19/14
time unknown
YOU ARE READING
we were calamitous
Poetry"you and i were meant to collide like silken streaks across the velvet sky, we were meant to burn burn burn and rise up again from the ashes."
