Wednesday, July 24, 2019

I hope I'm wrong

Some nights I wonder if I chose this life
Or if it chose me
And if I will choose to end it
Or if it will choose to end me

I'm so scared of dying
And of people dying
That I wonder why I'm even alive
Why be here
Why be here if we're only meant to leave

All of this
All of everything
All of every moment
Amounts to just nothing
And then what?



Sunday, May 12, 2019

Sticky

I'm stuck on you
Or the idea that you may be stuck on me
Like the gooey stickiness of it all
I want to to rub you off
Like peanut butter in my mouth
Carpeting my roof
Thick
Unyielding
And I want to water you down
Dilute you in some kind way
But you insist
On staying
Stuck

Monday, December 31, 2018

Good night, good bye

What a year
From sickness
To vacations far away
From new beginnings
To old goodbyes
What a year it has been
And I'm ready to see what's next

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