do my fingers

brush the

edge of your

consciousness

ever

it really doesnt matter but i kinda wanna know

ʍouʞ ɐuuɐʍ ʎllɐǝɹ ᴉ puɐ ǝɯ oʇ sɹǝʇʇɐɯ ʇᴉ

cause the stars

remind me

of you and

they're out

tonight

I don't want to be the last to die,

and if at all possible,

I would like to go right before winter,

so the last thing I remember

is you, and warmth,

which is the same thing.

So I’ll peel myself up

off of carpeted floor

shuffle cinder block feet

to my bedroom door

I’ll open it up

and stare at my world

I’ll remind myself

of that little girl

of ringlets and dresses

I turned in to this

A grown piece of work

trading buckle up shoes

for bare feet

trading who they wanted

for all of me

And I like this deal

even if the price was steep

and the cuts were deep

I’d do it all again

I still do it everyday

because when the flames dissipate

I like the person I see

#mentalhealth #depression #poetry #poem

Right out of the heat,

We shake them out,

We lay them flat,

So they don’t retract

We suffer the creases

Of neatness

The sake of which

Is prudence

They suffer the cracks,

Bends,

And compression

Of stringent regulation

She lives in daydreams with me

and I don’t know why

She’s a tear in my heart

I’m on fire

My skies are blue

havent been for a while

I cannot act out

all my reasons for dreaming

Since even I must admit my

dreams are dead I can’t

treat you better than anyone else can

I thought you’d be happier without

all the judgement we get

from everyone else but

now just say the word and

I’ll go anywhere blindly when you

turn the music up there’s

nothing holding me back

I knew you were trouble when

you walked in the door like

smooth silky lightening in the

incandescent air

breathe me in and I can see your

heart of a dancer and

breathe me out

it’s golden as I open my eyes

lights up now and

nobody can drag me down

I like the way you talk about

staring in the clouds at our big

bright future and it’s fun to

fantasize about our high

high hopes

Don’t ever change

they said I should run not walk away but

now it’s a little too late there

aint no rest for the wicked so

let’s wake up to ash and dust

Everything we touch turns to gold as

She plays songs I’ve never heard

Everyday we bend the rules and

turn up the crazy as I’m

bleeding out for you blasting

music from the car radio if

this is a dream don’t wake me