I talk to you out loud
when you can't hear
it's out of self preservation
I tumble out truths
in staccato bursts
so if you want to run
you'll do it quick
and not when we're concomitant
Because I'm not up for guessing
but I'm not up for being alone
So I plunge headfirst
before I have a chance to flounder
I'll do that later
so insomnia hits
so I'm awoken by panic attacks
by my gut's in my throat
and my throat in my head
eyes wide and untired
Desperate for nothing
I rethink what I can remember
which isn't much
which isn't much
I am gravitation
I am apologies
I want to be satisfaction
I want to be like silk
like a sigh
I am a breath caught in the chest
too full to breathe again
I am a semicolon
but the scars are on the inside
I am branded
thick, raised and angry
I only want you to be
MINE
Like a wolf
But I am tail between my legs
ears back and
snarling at my own reflection
snapping at the sound of my own voice
what I mean to say is
I hate me
but I want someone to love me
to do what I can't do
to be the lap I curl up in
to the the hand
on the small of my back
the teeth on my skin
the voice in my ear
telling me I belong
to someone
About the Creator
Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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