vomit.
I was just listening to “To Zanarkand” and my brain just had this stupid urge
to vomit
and vomit
and vomit.
So vomit I shall.
1.
4am, insomnia, dread, unsure, where to begin?
Whatever I’m doing feels like a dissonance waiting to be resolved
But tension, tension, He wants to watch me implode from the stress.
I’d rather explode.
”You, you, you, look at yourself as you take the blade and remove the strands of hair off your face, I wonder what your wishing for, pushing your hair down towards your face, you say you have a story to hide, but I’m sure your hiding your face because you have no story to tell. You miserable little…” He speaks, he speaks.
Ignore the voice, wear a smile.
2.
Your head convinces you that you are okay
___deny
______deny
__________and deny
The bottle shatters upon a question.
i. .m .p .l .o .d e.
3.
I’m always smiling seeThis is not a frown
Just turn your head upside down.
I’m never frowning when you think you’ve got a grip on me
I
am
subtle
when
it
comes
to
destruction.
This smile is living proof.
And I love how things go according to plan.
4.
As much as I love you I…
-
5.
…Or am I just asking stupid questions
Generic questions
That every other bleeding 20 year old
Might have come up with
Can I argue that I have a place-
A place next to your place?
6.
I want to learn how to fake a suicide note.
And have the right end of my sentence droop down.
at the end
I don’t know how they write it
it’s an art.
it’s an art.
suicide, it’s like an explosion of emotion
isn’t it supposed to be tragic?
but beautiful tragedy keeps us moving, right?
fear, revelation, more revelations that don’t really mean a thing,
they’re just words you
repeat
to yourself over
and over
and over again
and your conscience, like sticky notes
eventually fall off over time
but I like the sticky notes,
I doodle on them and cover up the old ones.
It’s a false sense of
smiles, sunshine and doodles.
But I make it work.

