i cant feel a thing
the words flying across my screen mean nothing
all i needed to see was
but all i got was
a painful reminder
that i am nothing
the boy that made me feel something
has made me feel everything in a day
happy, giggly, over the moon to crashing on the ground.
i still feel the drips from so long ago
falling down my wrist like words on a paper
"its not ok!"
i cant sleep in an tents to get out of this one
i cant play with any robots
i cant even feel the bruises that riddle my arms.
all i know is pain
and i know it well.
im not good at poetry
im not even going to pretend im the next white girl shakspere
but i will say
that im not happy
im not ok
and i dont know if im going to relapse.
but i may.
she reaches down seductively. I guide her hand to my zipper. she unzips my fanny pack by mistake. raviolis spill out everywhere
you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen, and no i’m not saying that because we’re right next to McDonald’s and i’m out of money
i love conspiracy theories bc at first you think they’re utter bullshit but then you start reading these crackpot articles and suddenly you’re convinced Obama is actually a reptilian overlord and the moon landing was faked