Someone please talk to me about silly things. Tell me about the way you have become obsessed with videos of dogs on the internet, before i make a mess of things.
Talk to me with childlike fascination but with the care of an expert craftsman because my body is cracking like that of an old porcelain doll that had been dropped a few too many times. My skin is being pulled apart at the seams by my own two hands. I dig deep, hoping to cause some feeling, hoping to make myself realize that i am not perfect, that I cannot do this.
Speak to me like one speaks to a baby
Use soft tones, and ramble about yourself because i cannot allow myself to drift to sleep. I have too many duties, too many responsibilities to take that plunge.
I need your voice. I need this silence to filled up by something other than these insistent thoughts. I need something that can drag me away from everything that is happening, everything that i know i can control, but am too scared to do anything. Help me rid myself of this plauge.
Speak to me before i make a mess of everything.
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Falling Up
PoetryA collection of poems about me falling in the wrong direction, and me falling in love with the wrong person.
