Some turn to drugs or alcohol or sex for "that" feeling. Me?
I turn to boys.
Not for sex. Not for perks. Not even to just be able to say "I have a boyfriend." No. I need to have someone there for me, someone telling me they love me, that I'm beautiful. Someone who will show me off and be proud of me. I just need that.
And here is the problem:
I base my identity off that. And one month to the date, the hour even, I ended another relationship.
Just.
Like.
That.
Amount of time single before relationship: 1 month
Amount of time in relationship: 1 month
Length of time since last relationship: 2 months.
There are so many pieces of me that I am just dust blowing around.
~Ella~
Saturday, April 13, 2013
Monday, April 8, 2013
Shreds
I am surrounded by scraps of blank paper
None of them whole
None belonging to a binding
Scattered like leaves on the floor
I hold a pencil in my hand
It is a nub in my numb fingers
I shake to write
This paper is so precious
It is all I have left to communicate
A million thoughts fly around in my head
They all stop when I try to express them
Precious paper
Precious pencil
I begin writing
Dear
My Dear
To my Dear
To my Dearest
Friend
My Friend
To my Friend
Nothing is right.
I am trying to reply to a thank you note
I don't know what gift I gave
Or If I even gave one.
Leaded lids lower over my eyes
Distance and silence mock me
I am awake because I am curious
I care.
Thank you for what?
It's like my mind knows where to look, I always see a message in white on black, just after it is painted after not speaking to the artist for too long a time.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
i check my pulse,
there is not a 2 stroke beat
my heart throbs violently like a sluggish diesel engine.
soothing, comforting, relieving....
so many days i have been without sleep
somehow this drug is keeping me a float
both my car and my bedside are lined with sweets,
a tangled mess like im trying to comfort myself with such release
somehow i feel alright
like this is much less pain
than is it delight
I check my pulse,
a gentle rhythm forms again
im reminded of how i am human...
finally i can sleep again...thank you...
there is not a 2 stroke beat
my heart throbs violently like a sluggish diesel engine.
soothing, comforting, relieving....
so many days i have been without sleep
somehow this drug is keeping me a float
both my car and my bedside are lined with sweets,
a tangled mess like im trying to comfort myself with such release
somehow i feel alright
like this is much less pain
than is it delight
I check my pulse,
a gentle rhythm forms again
im reminded of how i am human...
finally i can sleep again...thank you...
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