Any Way (poem)

A crescent of lunacy

Falling in sparks

 

I ground the moon into dust

Praying you’d love me

 

A descent of lust

Falling like fireworks

 

Perhaps if I glowed, moon dusted

Maybe you’d love me

 

But you were like a nascent lover (innocent)

Digging under my shell

 

And you loved me anyways

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Pretender

You’re pretending that I’m real.

I am too.

 

The gashes open.

Never deep enough.

 

I’m pretending the pain isn’t real.

So are you.

 

I sow them with needles.

But only pick the skin wider open.

 

We’re pretending we have choices.

So were the dead before us.

 

I silently hope the gashes flower,

So that I can crush the petals into blood.

 

Because I can only pretend for so long.

Bow No More

I can bow no more

My knees are open wounds

Ground with dirt and circumspect self-hatred.

 

No,

I am only laughing now.

 

Scraping away at the bottom of darkness

With my bloody fingertips

That grasped at your love and acceptance.

 

Yes,

I am only laughing now.

 

Because I can bow no more.

Cease

 

I was sallow and sunken,

 

Like a withered plant,

 

Plucked from the earth.

 

I held my sorrow tight,

 

An ode to the warm belly

 

And rhythmic spin.

 

Forsaken.

 

Wondering why I’d pulled my roots.

 

 

 

I was crawling

 

Like a wounded beast

 

Perching on the edge of nothingness,

 

Peering down

 

Into non-existence.

 

Lost in the void

 

Of futile thought,

 

Giving into the pull of death.

 

 

Then I ceased.

 

 

Ceased.

(Say it slowly)

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And became us.