Always picking up my own pieces;
always one piece short of a puzzle;
always drowning in what feels like shame.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
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#fromthedraftsfolder
stranger tides have come
brought by strange seas
currents i never thought
i’d be caught swimmin’ in.
yet, here i am.
stranger’s eyes,
strange,stranger lies.
crazy fish, fisherman.
water’s filled with plastic
monster trash dreams
#fromthedraftsfolder
i hate the heat that swells behind my eyes
tears that burn
#fromthedraftsfolder
i was starving,
and there you were.
then gone,
like a ghost.
wish you’d just say,
what i did wrong.
give me something to go on.
closure.
i thought you were different
i know you are.
i can see it.
maybe i was wrong,
maybe you were…
#fromthedraftsfolder
when you wake up from a nap
only to discover that somehow
you’ve been buried in sadness.
#fromthedraftsfolder
the problem with knowing exactly what you want
is that you can’t special order love,
you can’t design it the way you want,
you can’t make anyone love you.
there’s no special drink you can chug,
no spell you can cast, no amount of magic
will make him like you, love you, want you.
and no matter what…
#fromthedraftsfolder
nostalgia tastes like coffee and donuts
at 2 am on a weekend;
it’s a warm beach and sand and a kite,
that refuses to fly vertically;
it’s a wal-mart at 3 in the morning,
and pizza and a brown fouton.
it’s the taste chocolate chip cookies
fresh baked or boxed.
nostalgia is a dangerous thing, especially,
late at night when it’s raining.
it feels like the perfect
head to chest ratio.
#fromthedraftsfolder
fleeting from spaces,
the safest of places,
rock to rock,
stumbling at times.
the best thing i ever did
was learn to live
in the moment,
then it doesn’t hurt
when your spaces
are so so safe anymore.
