powerless: A Poem

 it’s laughable
 you think you have this power over me
 my mind is a cage with impenetrable walls:
 nothing breaks in
 nothing breaks out
  
 you have no control over my thoughts
 and neither do I

journal: A Poem

 be my journal
 I’ll write all my thoughts in you
 remind me what I’m worth
 be my internal rhythm 
 tick tock

joints: A Poem

  disjointed members
 of an already broken body
 now there are two
 does that make a communion?
 or are we two broken pieces
 that fit nowhere?

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cut: A Poem

 cut
 me open
 and
 pour me out

hell: A Poem

 it’s hell
 the way my mind ignores my reason

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frustrated: A Poem

 you pick at people like they’re scabs
 then wonder why
 their words sting you

hurt: A Poem

 sometimes I love you so much it hurts
 like
 my heart tightens and hurts in the way
 ripping a scab off new skin feels good
 but even though it only hurts sometimes
 I love you always
 scrapes and all

on marriage and god: A Poem

 it used to make me sad:
 wondering if we’d be married in heaven
 wondering if our love could be so special
 that it would be allowed to last forever
 and at the time I would often wonder
 will I even go to heaven?
 how presumptuous of me
 what if you go there
 and I cannot follow?
 and now there are some days
 I wonder if I even believe in god at all
 but I always believe in you
 and I guess you’re a good enough answer
 to every question

tongue-tied: A Poem

 you know how some people can tie a cherry stem
 into a knot inside their mouth?
 that’s how my insides feel
 when I see you
 but you don’t see me
 tying the knots

fillers: A Poem

 I just feel like
 I must fill the pauses in my speech 
 with filler phrases
 for fear of losing a hand 
 in the conversation