Brunch

Was there egg on my face?
Was I an omelette?
My brain was scrambled
You wanted sunny side up

-I’m hungry

when you were full

Large coffee cream and sugar

Full on the Fool

Like a hot pocket
You put me in the microwave
Sixty seconds felt like a month
Until you realized you wanted
To diet

Pangaea

The stress in my mind was nothing compared to the stress on my body
As I look in the mirror for the first time in months
The roads I’d traveled had found a permanent place along my engines
Rivers leading down to my roots
My body had been stretched
A new landscape etched
Fresh soil overturned
As I made the exploration to my core

p(ruined)

I think about the crease where your thigh and groin meet
How it folds when you’re one with me
You were softer than I was
But only to the touch

Chameleon

Rage
A rampage
Throughout this world
An internalized battle
Stuck inside this girl
Who everyone thinks looks so nice
But on the inside is like dry ice

What’s the matter?

Everyone seemed to care
When it was celebrity
But what about the sobriety
Of the people in their own world
The ones who share common doors
Walk on the same floors
Who are too exhausted to say they can’t take much more
Where is their voice?
Do you think they feel this by choice?
Not knowing their sick
When all you do is click
A like button

Sabotage

I stabbed myself in the eye
And tore out my heart
I keep them in a drawer
In the dark
For the moments I may forget
What you did –
I’ll force myself to relive

–self-inflicted depression

Cards on the Table

My heart was cracked open
I pinned a little piece of it
To everyone’s sleeve
My mouth never closed
Not even in the silence of sleep
The head buried in my phone
Convinced me I’m better off alone
Never allowing myself to be full grown

Don’t bother being yourself

Quarter of a Century

Twenty-five cycles around the sun
The aging has begun
Those years of laughing
Now a map of her face
The corners of her mouth
Never to be erased

A Guilty Pleasure

That drunken cigarette
It lingered on my hands
I couldn’t extinguish it
The guilt,
The craving
A few hours later, a reminder
You were still poisonous
But you satisfied my itch