So... how many years have passed since you told yourself never to love someone who couldn’t make you a priority? Have you been able to?
Your blood screams attention
Will the reflection ever be enough?
Everyone talks about demons now
Tell them the story of the ones who tuck you in bed & know your whole name
That they don’t let you forget
like the time you called 911 to report a crime
and when arrived they saw nothing.
If these wounds could talk
They’d be enough expert evidence to the cops
when they said you were just changing skins trying to justify
"miss, we cannot arrest someone from killing the old you. if your heart's still beating, you count as alive".
"doesn't it matter how I feel, officer?" dead inside.
Tell us why you write poetry
What are you trying to puke?
Why do you wash your hands above average? what are you trying to erase?
tattoos are forever, memories too.
Do you remember the first time you dug a hole in your heart to harbor someone?
How long has it been empty?
Did anyone ever stay long enough to fill in the void just yet?
Therapist keeps waiting for you to tell her how you feel
do you even feel anything?
Now every time I remind myself I never used to be this way... I remember what happened:
One day I played dead inside a pool so hard I couldn’t get out
since then I’m missing something
but I cannot tell which part of me drowned so deep my hands reached the bottom made of concrete
"Does everyone have a huge space in their chest or is it just me?"
One day I just stopped checking in for a heartbeat
It’s a place inside me that even God doesn’t dare to touch
I can't love the way I used to.
I remember how dark it gets when you tell someone and they say "wait, I don't get it"
one day I simply stopped telling that scene.
you know you’re fucked but who dares to judge?
I spend my life trying to imitate someone in a picture I like only to discover I’ll never be like them and that’s the same in love
the first time you said “I love you too”
... I knew it was the worst thing I could ever hear.
The war is over and the battles are in your head
countries have found better things to fight for
maybe you should too
Somehow your heart whispers inside “baby, it’s time to go back home”
but I can't tell
which city that's in anymore.
who's telling you to be safe?
someone has to tell you to be safe
but it won't be me.
