open the curtains.
singing birds tell me “tear the buildings down.”
you felt blessed to receive their pleasant sound.
the sound of things that break make you cringe inside yourself.
inside yourself there’s a child counting stars in their time-out.
in their time out of their day.
in the corners of their frame they are encased
in the losing of a grain
pushed against the ebb and flow.
wave good-bye and watch it go.
well show me the honest/proper way
to disarm predatory gaze
that’s sucking dry and never satiated.
you’ve been misused
you’re short-circuiting now.
just remember when you’d call me to come,
take a deep breath, and then jump.
so fragile are bodies,
so concave, work in self-destructive ways.
you shot from the hip and missed.
detaching from all of this.
in physical pictures you remain,
spiral ’round yourself in figure-eight.
i recoil at every new beginning.
i searched for a way out.
don’t we all?
an existentialist recall:
turn in all dichotomies and truths that i gave.
i felt wrong in many ways.
it didn’t heal.
it just got harder everyday to be still,
to be p-ssing through the throes
in a daze,
feeling cold in my skin,
in my hand-me-downs.
i’m wearing everything thin.
and the pills that you gave didn’t do anything.
i just slept for years on end.
so if i call,
should i beg?
because i’m desperate here;
a couple steps from the edge.
i can’t seem to burn bright enough.
i’m cold and i’m left alone.
we’re all alone.
grab a hold.
i know i said to not. what the f–k do i know?
i had a chance to construct something beautiful and i choked.