my brain's on overdrive
and i miss you
and i miss all of you
all over the seas and across the places
i'm mildly wild and incoherent
which makes me realize how long it's been
i haven't written in forever
probably because i miss myself
but not as much as i should
(how did the boy from la with the heated waves know more me in only five days; so this is how pessoa shattered into literary shrapnel, i'll delete myself for my own good, this is the end of the so-called gifted gift giver)
people care when you leave bootprints on their hearts because of the mess you've made rather than the mess you've saved
(i decided not to believe)
them. you. me.
since when did i drink my own water?
nothing's enough lately
especially not myself
i pour my blood sweat and tears
into children that barely know my name
that goes for each flick of the light switch
with each reference people assume
i move moods with a swish
a flick of the wrist
you'll never truly understand how much
of myself i put into my work
the cost of living in other people's shoes
i don't get paid to mitigate the pain
we do it anyway, for gina's sake
make some moot points howl primal fury
the movie was dark but not like this
we're in pitch black, pitch imperfect
and i don't know how much longer
there was a movie we watched once
the subtitles said she had rabies
but i think she died from expecting more
what she had was a dream
if that is gone, did she die with her father?
every frame passes by
you're lost in the sauce
the gravy boats careening in your path
no grace periods allowed
i shouldn't expect you to play battleship for me
but still
has this been enough?
YOU ARE READING
melted
Poetry❝the present was the present, and we didn't even know it.❞ dedicated to kjh and wb highest ranking: #27 in poetry
