I could only go so high before my skull crushes against the ceiling. Once I’ve reached that mountain peak, you look to me as if my journey was so easy, and beneath my skin I know this was the expectation the whole time.
By Under-productive Girl4 years ago in Poets
In this season, I have grown helpless. I’ve been dangling off the edge of this cliff, tossing coffee beans and laughter over to stable ground, hoping no one can hear my struggle.
I have unlearned everything I was taught And pieced it all back together. It was awful; you should’ve seen all the dust hiding beneath the rug, all the hollow beetle shells and curled up spiders.
Love faces upward and reaches all corners of the universe. It expands and folds, it is an infinite loop, a never-ending cycle of warmth and joy.
They told me not to touch the fire, two not dance with the flames or whisper secrets into the wood before feeding the tremendous glow.
This whole time I really thought that I had forgotten what it felt like to see her that night. With her wrist the way it was, and that stupid song playing over and over again, “I need you, I need you, I need you now.”
I am tired of bleeding out in the bathroom sink, while trying to wrap my head around where I stand in this family. The thought hits me like a freight train - holds me hostage and burns my skin.
I want to be content for the rest of my life I want joy to settle like a thick coat of dust I pray no one comes to clean it up
I have bees buzzing in my brain and I have been given no mercy A punch to my throat Ice sliding down my back It’s no comfort to me
Nurture me like the sky nurtures my soul Allow me to breathe in the dust trust me gold will stream out from my exhale my lungs expand at the emanation of your perfume
I take vitamin D like it’s my own personal salvation. As if it’s my only line of defense. Like it's going to protect me from every horrible thought.
I tip-toe around our home, as if it's never belonged to me. I shrink back into my room - my gut tells me to stay there -