i know you're trying to help but please
you're grasping my shoulders to keep me standing but you won't listen i'm still young and stupid and allowed to fall and my arms are losing feeling but i can still feel your fingers digging in bruises the color of good intentions
you're wrapping me up in a supportive hug but my face is pressed into your shoulder and your arms are around my neck and i'm choking on words that you won't listen to and my lungs are collapsing just give me time give me space give me a break
you're telling me it's good that i feel pressure because it means that i care but caring about you shouldn't feel like a weight pressing on my chest and muffling my cries i'm trying not to disappoint you but goddammit you won't listen
I KNOW YOU WANT ME TO BE PERFECT I WANT THAT MORE THAN YOU'D EVER IMAGINE BUT I STILL CRY AND LASH OUT AND I'M TOO WEAK BUT LET THAT BE OKAY I KNOW YOU WANT THE BEST FOR ME BUT THE BEST FOR ME IS TO LISTEN AND LET ME FALL
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downtown galaxy - my poetry
Poetrymy thoughts in dreamy run-ons and clunky prose ayushipop™®©2016