writing is my therapy don't bully me
For some odd reason,
everyone lives as if the world revolves around them.
Maybe it's social media,
or maybe it's entitlement bred into our backbones,
By cookie foot4 years ago in Poets
my brain is killing me
one part of my brain
tells my lungs to breathe in
provides my heart with the blue prints
I belong to this earth.
My lungs belong to the wind that fills them.
My feet belong to the ground that holds me upright.
like all of the best addictions,
you're killing me,
and I'm loving every second of it.
it's almost as if it doesn't hurt anymore.
My days are melting together
my nights are never-ending
-written after I met you
I want to be an artist of words.
I'm tired of being a sandwich artist,
Sometimes I just have to write.
In a dull blur, it's a nice light.
I wish I could just let the words flow,
my brain moves so fast, my mouth so slow.
God, I hope I was something different.
refreshingly new to you,
in this mundane gray world.
I hope I was Red,
It's not gravity that's been getting me down.
my thoughts are a force
that hold the totality of who I am
to the cold ground of my anxiety.
I'm not going to pretend you care about me.
It's too hard, I can't do it.
But I don't know what else to do.
I can't pretend that I don't care about you.