The night before they took you away from me
we stayed up until 3am
A continuing succession of cigarettes
blowing smoke through the screens in windows
We ate handfuls of dried cranberries
and drank a bottle of whiskey
You were the good kind of drunk.
The kind for kisses instead of punches
The kind where you act like a cat to make me laugh
and tell me we will get through this
We watched two episodes of Sherlock.
Then laughed instead of crying.
We made up codes for secret phone calls
We picked out baby names and gave eachother pep talks
We investigated a loud noise outside
and made impossible-to-keep-promises
We refused to let it take us.
The situation. The news. Reality.
In the morning you left
You disappeared with the wind
You left a warm spot on the bed
I sat in it and held my knees
I had a friend kill a spider for me
because I felt too weak
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Meghan
She dances in silk collars,
On midnight car rides-
she screams
She wears out records
She loves her lovers
And she never leaves clues
She climbs on rooftops
To dangle leather boots
She is all the birds in the sky-
All the pain in his heart
She walks the bottom of the ocean
And never comes up for air
She is winter
Smooth and pale and perfect
Yet all the chaos of a storm
She spins in circles
And never gets dizzy
She is the perfect mystery
She is freedom
And the best friend you've ever known
She is bouncing from cloud to cloud
When you watch the sky
She is falling with the rain
And soaking into you
Her wrists are the most perfect thing you've ever seen
But her eyes are truths
To be close to her is to know every goddess
For she holds the moon
She is a beautiful fucking mess
And she has no idea
On midnight car rides-
she screams
She wears out records
She loves her lovers
And she never leaves clues
She climbs on rooftops
To dangle leather boots
She is all the birds in the sky-
All the pain in his heart
She walks the bottom of the ocean
And never comes up for air
She is winter
Smooth and pale and perfect
Yet all the chaos of a storm
She spins in circles
And never gets dizzy
She is the perfect mystery
She is freedom
And the best friend you've ever known
She is bouncing from cloud to cloud
When you watch the sky
She is falling with the rain
And soaking into you
Her wrists are the most perfect thing you've ever seen
But her eyes are truths
To be close to her is to know every goddess
For she holds the moon
She is a beautiful fucking mess
And she has no idea
Only as bliss
I'm chained to your deceit
but I have finally succumb-
to this notion of leaving,
this inevitable end.
When is the part where I come to love someone else?
Or God forbid, myself?
Though each night you pull me back in
by the place between ribs and hips
Holding my ankle between your legs
and you kiss behind my ears
until I see you only as bliss
and we are both begging the world to end
I am no longer indebted to you
No longer your unmanageable daughter
I found a tiny piece of me in your deal with death
Saw some glimpse of my freedom in the chains on your wrists
I won't keep hiding out in bedrooms
when I'm supposed to scream
but I have finally succumb-
to this notion of leaving,
this inevitable end.
When is the part where I come to love someone else?
Or God forbid, myself?
Though each night you pull me back in
by the place between ribs and hips
Holding my ankle between your legs
and you kiss behind my ears
until I see you only as bliss
and we are both begging the world to end
I am no longer indebted to you
No longer your unmanageable daughter
I found a tiny piece of me in your deal with death
Saw some glimpse of my freedom in the chains on your wrists
I won't keep hiding out in bedrooms
when I'm supposed to scream
Sunday, January 5, 2014
We were sort of pathetic
I used to think it was charming-
Our self medication
Our hidden sips of scotch while we drove in your car
Doing lines straight out of the palm of my hand
Passing out on a subway platform in London.
Face first in my own vomit
Moving six times in a single year
Being paralyzed on ketamine with a stranger cumming on my face against my will
Getting plastered on Paris new years eve and going to that sex spa
And those men who tried to rape me and drown you
But it really isn't charming
Our self medication
Our hidden sips of scotch while we drove in your car
Doing lines straight out of the palm of my hand
Passing out on a subway platform in London.
Face first in my own vomit
Moving six times in a single year
Being paralyzed on ketamine with a stranger cumming on my face against my will
Getting plastered on Paris new years eve and going to that sex spa
And those men who tried to rape me and drown you
But it really isn't charming
How to survive this
Collapse in the snow drunk on red wine and moonbeams
Realize the people who love you shouldn't treat you like this
Pray to keep an ounce of sanity
Pre crush some speed
Evaporate memories
Plan a trip to Thailand you can't afford to take
Make yourself eat something
He didn't have affairs because you're fat
Sing that song you love to sing
Play with babies. Tell them you love them. Love them
Make amends with your mother
Smoke constantly
Realize you're not enough for him because no one person can be
Drink juice from plastic cups
Cry about nothing
Laugh about everything
Write letters you would never send
Send them.
Get so high your heart might explode
Listen to tlc
Quit drugs
Pray even though you hate God
Go tanning because he hates tans
Get a new tattoo
Tell yourself you can't fix him
Because you can't fix him
You can't fix him.
Pray for his soul
Make new friends
Reunite with old friends
Stop cutting
Talk to his family
Talk to your family
Go shopping
Scream into pillows
Scream about all of this
Ok maybe don't stop cutting
Cut down on cutting
Laugh at puns
Smile too much
Make people uncomfortable
Knit scarves
Regain your identity
Audition for something
Sleep in
Join a gym
Light a million candles
Chant around a fire
Watch all the star wars movies. Even the shitty ones
Make big decisions
Stop dwelling in the past
Sleep with attractive boys and girls
Date someone your own age
Make friendship bracelets for dead authors
Work 8-4 all week
Have dance parties alone on your lunch break
This is reality
Give in to reality
Now be the kind of person you would like to be
Realize the people who love you shouldn't treat you like this
Pray to keep an ounce of sanity
Pre crush some speed
Evaporate memories
Plan a trip to Thailand you can't afford to take
Make yourself eat something
He didn't have affairs because you're fat
Sing that song you love to sing
Play with babies. Tell them you love them. Love them
Make amends with your mother
Smoke constantly
Realize you're not enough for him because no one person can be
Drink juice from plastic cups
Cry about nothing
Laugh about everything
Write letters you would never send
Send them.
Get so high your heart might explode
Listen to tlc
Quit drugs
Pray even though you hate God
Go tanning because he hates tans
Get a new tattoo
Tell yourself you can't fix him
Because you can't fix him
You can't fix him.
Pray for his soul
Make new friends
Reunite with old friends
Stop cutting
Talk to his family
Talk to your family
Go shopping
Scream into pillows
Scream about all of this
Ok maybe don't stop cutting
Cut down on cutting
Laugh at puns
Smile too much
Make people uncomfortable
Knit scarves
Regain your identity
Audition for something
Sleep in
Join a gym
Light a million candles
Chant around a fire
Watch all the star wars movies. Even the shitty ones
Make big decisions
Stop dwelling in the past
Sleep with attractive boys and girls
Date someone your own age
Make friendship bracelets for dead authors
Work 8-4 all week
Have dance parties alone on your lunch break
This is reality
Give in to reality
Now be the kind of person you would like to be
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