Self Representation

6/1/15

inhaling ashes of your sentences pieced together with anger and sadness.

not just one, but two plus two.

or times one thousand, you know the amount of times i fell in love with you.

6/2015

3 am cold thoughts rush across the room to the window to breathe in fresh oxygen inhabited by disease, but fresh enough to fill my blackened lungs that harbor regret and broken words.

like steam from my tea you’re foggy and full of mystery, your cloudy eyes give me hope.

3/9/16

i like to hear your thoughts dripping across the room,

melting over me like snowstorms.

reaching across the bay to touch away your tears.

you’ve become pale blue like the sad sky on a winter day.

we’re worn and torn and i love to hear the melancholy tones of broken bones.

wasting away in chairs of fake gold.

solemn folds of old notes swearing it was okay but

Instead it was stained.

only causing us pain.

4/12/16

don’t wish for me.

the lines from your smiles always reach to your back, but never to me like always.

0/0/00

i’m normal.

i’ve got stains on my mirrors, and too many thoughts in my head.

my pants never fit around my waist but my shoulders can smash through the crowd.

my light bulbs are too orange and i never feel good enough about the way it looks on me.