hold on, let go, hold on

should I throw stones at your heart and make you flinch

and make you go

so you can blame it all on me

yes baby, blame this all on me

so when I bleed or when I cry

I am alone and you’ll be fine

I am alone, you’ll be alright

I break down into dust

At your roughest touch

I cannot reach for someone

Who hasn’t reached for me in days

I treasure hours spent together

Even just breathing next to one another

Even just washing our hands and touching pinkies accidentally

Heaven isn’t home

I just wanted you, I only ever wanted

Your happiness

Should I run

I know you won’t chase after

I want to be worth this

But I have to be honest

I am afraid of losing you

I am afraid of you losing me

yup

I put you all under a microscope and point out your flaws and dissect your every mistake so I can remind myself why I keep this distance; I keep the hate fresh so I can make myself a hard outer shell none of you can crack through.

I don’t forget.

I won’t forgive.

I really don’t mind what you think of me. I am just fine with the life I have made for myself.

Anxiety

My heart is out of control

I feel the air get thick

And when I breathe in

It is like breathing fog

My head is swimming

And my pulse is racing

And I just can’t seem to slow it down

I just can’t seem to stop it

I just can’t

 

mantra

A friend I used to have got a tattoo over her wrist that says “get over it”. We went through similar life changing things around the same time in our lives…..She let this become her mantra…get over it, get over it, get over it….and it sickened me to my very core. Seeing someone capable of figuring life out on her own and just throwing away her option to change and make things better for herself…….get over it. It honestly feels like she just took the easy way out and she won’t realize until it is too late and she is too broken that it would have been easier to try and leave and change and grow. Get over it.

Meanwhile I learned to have my own mantra, and it saved me.

“Let Go”

shit

I want to smoke my lungs to death

I want to hold my head under the faucet and drink hot water

Until my mouth bleeds from the heat

I want to cry

But I forget how

I don’t really mind what they say about me

I don’t really feel like they know me all that well anyway

I can sit still and watch the waves come up and kiss the shore

While they grow weary of my patience and need a change of subject

soon enough they’ll rot and die

If not their bodies, then at least of heart mind and soul

And if my name is always on their tongue

That’s the only taste they’ll ever get of me

no shit

Standing there with her arms wrapped around herself

sulking and wanting to be alone

he says

why are you just standing there holding yourself?

she sighs and rolls her eyes

and says

someone’s gotta do it.

 

Storm

I’ve got the sun coming in through the window

In our bedroom, Lightin’ up your whole face

The smell of your skin will chase away

All the bad dreams, All of the wreckage

I dreamed of blood

Drainin’ from my face, Cold like a ghost in the winter

The weight of the world

Piled high on our backs

Oh well I don’t know how we’ll weather, this storm

When I wake up next to you

When  I wake up right next to you

All is forgiven

If I said all the things I really wanted to say you would jump off a cliff to avoid the sound of my never ending criticism of you. My hatred ran its course into apathy and that’s where you lose sight of who you are, because you want the whole world to care for you even in hate. But no one cares. You’re all alone.

Best Intentions

Could it be the same blood, the same blood

Rushing from my face

Is the same blood, the same blood

On your hands

Words said carefully

We walk around their meanings

How can such a terrible mind

Make something sound so pretty

You’ll be smiling

Intentions better than the rest

But without true meaning

Or a loving word you could confess

We will all crumble

We all fall further down these caves

And I am grounded

Knowing nothing can be saved

Don’t ask to hear me reply

Don’t walk in and expect me to rise

I’m not a child, I’m not a child

I will not be denied