What parts of me do you like today

Today, where everything you say makes me laugh and my clothes show I tried but didn’t try too hard to look good for you Today, when we say goodbye and I pull you into me, wanting you, unafraid of feeling, so that you do not have to feel at all. And you do not have to be afraid

of losing power to feeling.

Which parts will you like of me tomorrow

When I am boring because you do not make me laugh

When I do not look good for you or anyone

When I am tired of pulling

When I am only ever unhappy

And when some days, no matter what you say, I will not want you.

I will not even want myself.

Which parts will you like of me

Do they only look like the parts that belong to you


I’ve forgotten every song I’ve ever loved the same way I lose the years I thought would always matter

The way I felt what I felt then doesn’t move me the same

We were all ignorant at those ages but everything I knew was the truth cuz

it was mine

I always thought that young meant stupid so when I was in pain I thought I was learning

and the stir in my gut couldn’t be real because how could I know without seeing it pulled out of me and laid on my lap, telling me what I would not confess

Cuz when things were good, they were perfect

And my heart moved quick as the sand that swallowed you whole in the movies

The movies I saw over and over thinking they’d one day take me in too

and I could swing on my rope over the land I thought I knew.


I learned that when they say nothing ever matters it’s very fucking true

Because even a heart ripped to confetti heals

and Time doesn’t stop when the clocks are broken

They say It stops for no one

Well then shouldn’t every minute of your own breath mean more then?

Maybe Time simply moves for everyone instead


August 23, 2017 11:26pm