my house has always been an empty shell
one which if you retreat into, you’ll be alone
outgrowing dysfunction is impossible when it is permanently attached to your back
my house has always been an empty shell
one which if you retreat into, you’ll be alone
outgrowing dysfunction is impossible when it is permanently attached to your back
my brain is at war with my soul.
with a cavalry of thoughts
and a heart beat that catapults
me into destruction –
my body is the battleground.
muscles tensed for attack,
eyes bruised, sleepless nights
exposed ribs, chest tight,
Heart beat catapults,
quickly,
quickly,
I cannot take cover from myself.
From the soldiers I’ve created
who kill everyone I love,
From the weapons I’ve built
which shoot me down
until the white flag
I carry is drowned
with blood.
–
my brain is winning
i feel homesick in my body.
my soul longs for something
I don’t even know exists.
it’s as if my heart beats just
to push me forward –
to this place –
I belong.
Sometimes plants flower, fruit,
release seeds,
before they wilt.
A final offering of beauty.
I find this comforting,
the idea that even plants
long to leave a legacy.
“Just believe,” says my mother,
I feel my heart break further.
I struggle to convey the emptiness I feel,
the canyons inside of me
and the lack of soul to save, to heal.
I cry instead and try to pray,
longing for the hope I once felt,
the peace.
God, please help me.
i seek love in the arms of strange men,
each touch trailing every part of me that you chose to leave.
i wonder if you’d stayed,
would I be able to understand love?
would I be able to feel it?
I wanted you to know me,
so I cracked my chest open
for your hands to feel the words
engraved on my ribs,
ivory secrets,
the purest version.
You laughed
and I finally understood the laws of impact
as I caved in on myself,
rubble.
you make me wish I was better at creating images with paint and pencils, instead of metaphors.
I need a canvas on which I can drown my thoughts of you, spilled paints, blending hues of love and sadness.
you are art –
abstract and fragmented,
and I find myself struggling to piece you together.
I hate that I can’t control the fear.
i can feel my chest caving in –
my breaths are losing pace,
while my heart is quickening,
its beats increase rapidly to
power this slow demolition.