getaway

I am
a getaway driver
chasing distractions
from a singular truth
tangled in strategic pleasantry
in absurd conflict
in lies

I haven’t looked back
in what feels like years
but I can still hear them coming
echoes in a small room

medicine

they said these will
help you with those
thoughts
the ones that feel
like an impact from a fall
that burst
into your consciousness with
no clear direction

they didn’t mention the
void
but at least you can swallow pills
without any water

wilted

wilted hands
clutching old photographs
still sending letters to forgotten places
filled with words meant to be written
not read

does my ephemera interest you?
it’s too dark in here for me to tell

stories

would you listen
to my silence
while I search for the right words?

there’s a story here
captured in subtle looks between us
in a smile trying to hide itself
in the words caught in my throat

forever

I don’t want to hear
another ‘always’
stolen from you
by momentary bliss

look at me when you hate me
when you can’t fucking stand it
and show me your forever

as one

in the throes
I allowed myself a small glimpse
outside of the constraints of time
I was met with the
wonderful and awful realization

another lonely heart
watching the universe breathe as one
the impossible idea
that it could all be so simple

strengths

I’ve always thought adaptability was a strength of mine

lately, I wonder what recognizing yourself looks like
where those pieces of me ended up
and if I want them back or not