When you told me
“I’m on your team”
I believed that
You would not leave, and
I keep reminding myself
that you are the real deal, and
that
you
could stick around.
Wishful adventurer, bad climber, & writer of unedited poetry. A blog candidly exploring mental health, veganism, & the tiny things that make life worth living.
When you told me
“I’m on your team”
I believed that
You would not leave, and
I keep reminding myself
that you are the real deal, and
that
you
could stick around.
And I’m not in control.
I know that, but
I feel okay, okay on this roller coaster
with its faulty harness
and its loosening screws
The dark clouds overhead are threatening to
electrify the metal track
and throw us into a darkness.
Fake birthdays, spontaneous evenings, little presents and looks that said “are you okay”. I remember.
Good advice that I didn’t take, jokes that stole my breath, giddy drinks and Shania Twain. I’m laughing right now, writing this.
Breathe. There has been a lot. Of everything. Of those moments you’re so, so busy thinking about something that you’re not breathing. And a panic you don’t even notice or feel builds up but it’s numbness, you don’t seem to need to breathe. Only think. Tomorrow I will breathe, and I will do my job […]
Give me sleepy, slow moments
and half-murmured conversations
about nothing important,
but everything worth saying
to us.
I long for that constant image
circling
around, and around
in my mind, almost like
a memory that won’t let go.