What's happening
To me I am not the person I used to be I have
realized
What I do some people beg you to hate yourself because no one is perfect some people
Beg you
To love yourself because sadness is a sin
I have him
I watch the children play now I watch and do not listen
Do not listen to the wind do not listen to your mother
do not,
do curl,
up in arms underwater ask no questions
tell, dance on stage naked you never learned the steps laugh loud enough they will look past your spotlight self,
or so I hope.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Okay
This was the climax I never got
I can tell because the clouds clear as I move down the mountain
I look more selfish from down here but I can breathe so much easier
My mom was being unhelpful, asking if you’d called and if I cared and underestimating the perpetuating state I was in,
I was in, one month in, a little more, wondering, hope there are no corners because I don’t trust myself with mirrors anymore,
Just another cliché 1 am poem, just a little different this time,
A little nicer, and I don’t know everything at all.
I can tell because the clouds clear as I move down the mountain
I look more selfish from down here but I can breathe so much easier
My mom was being unhelpful, asking if you’d called and if I cared and underestimating the perpetuating state I was in,
I was in, one month in, a little more, wondering, hope there are no corners because I don’t trust myself with mirrors anymore,
Just another cliché 1 am poem, just a little different this time,
A little nicer, and I don’t know everything at all.
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