Walk away, already.
I promise I'll never
think of the illuminating creases
around your eyes again.
But I will remember
the barely audible pulsing of my sneakers
on the concrete at dawn every day
as I tore through my neighborhood
to sneak back into my house;
a haystack for hair
and ruby red lipstick smeared
along the hollows of my cheeks.
And I'll think of the way
we used to pass each other angry notes in class
[your words still eat away at me].
You put a bouquet in my locker
for valentine's day to make amends
for the nights I spent face-down on my bathroom floor.
We used to lay in the grass in your backyard,
watch the cloud
Your feet shuffle over the worn-out, patchy carpet, and I can feel the static dancing on my skin as you lean down to run your finger along the line of my jaw - - kiss me gently on the cheek.
And it wasnt always like this.
And it wont be this way for much longer.
I never did quite understand how this panicky back and forth worked its way in-between us.
And lets not pretend like any of this puts even the faintest marker on the map of your bipolar thoughts.
Lets not pretend like the clouds arent pushing in a storm today.
We both know
that this jealousy lurches up my insides like vomit and escapes my lips wit
You never once
glanced at the specks
of nothing on my
plate. The scraping
of metal on china. back
and forth, ceaseless.
Unrelenting. You are blind
to the ribs
projecting at such
funny angles. The
cheeks sinking
with each
vigorous movement
of the jaw. Or the warm
light dipping into
the hollows drawing
collarbones.
And you are
deaf to the retching and
gargling escaping my
lungs as I lean over into
my private little
hell. You do not hear
the bottomless
despair in our
conversations, or the
recurring whimpers that
accompany my
blood-shot eyes in
the dead of nights.
Here's what I
intended. Fragments
of truth embedded
I long to
wrap myself in deception
and slip into amnesia
get lost in the dazzle of
a million pigments screaming
let me go, let me go
And i look at the scars lacing my limbs
suck in the cigarette smoke-tainted air
but all i want is to be
pure
empty
new.
All i want is to be away from you
but those eyes - -
they make the veins crawl inside my flesh
And i am back in your arms
won't you
tangle me up in your lies again?
And never let me go,
never let me go.
This bleak emptiness eats itself
into my head and I am
hurting, hurting.
They told me
I wouldn't die from a broken heart
but I do
I lay in my bed at night
sheets scrun
Oh, What a thrill!
The cold burrowing through skin and bone
Eighty pounds even today
And I am tapping my foot thinking,
Ten more pounds, ten more pounds
Staring down at my shrinking thighs
Hands feeling frantically for my spine,
Fingertips dipping into the hollows of my collarbones.
The skeleton in the mirror is beckoning,
pulling me in with her dug-out eyes
ripping me apart with her haunting smile.
She is
my sister in her leotards
doing triple spins in front of an audience of three hundred.
She is my mother at breakfast
dissecting a bagel,
the girl sitting before me in class,
ribs protruding through her satin dress.
What a
He exhales sharply,
swings out a pack of Marlboros,
offers me one.
I tug, shaking hands
and watch the smoke tumble to the ceiling.
Pen and paper
lie at my feet
Tools of the trade
The tendrils of smoke shine
White against the dark table
Blue against the white walls
Continuously in motion
Perpetually expanding
Frequently interrupted
by gusts of wind - -
slow motions of the hand
Grey folds lay in a shell
around the flaming red
and dirty flakes fall onto my black jeans
Smudging
as I swiftly
stroke a hand over them.
Brown spots signify
Age on the wrinkled white paper
but I suck with desire
exhale with pleasure
and i
Last bite down
Panic crawling under my skin
Two bottles of water
poured down between chokes and moans
Distended belly
Instant muffin-top
Thunder thighs
Love handles
Saddle bags growing by the second
Up the stairs
two steps at a time
Bathroom floor
On my knees
a bit too hard
just a little too fast
pain reeling through my bones
but pay no mind to it
Two cold fingers slide down my throat
swallowing
tears welling up over trembling eyelashes
Choke
Gag
Release
Decant
into the toilet bowl
splashing water
droplets of puke on my face
Strands of snot
running over my lips
Screams in my head
Che
Im twirling my great-grandmothers ring around my finger, grinding in burns; back on the couch where tears have been shed and promises were made that were always broken.
Back on the couch; where I spill my heart out to your calm, reassuring eyes, and lock myself back into my little dark womb when I see your annoying, quick hand move across the paper.
But I cant tell you about the war in my head. I cant tell you About all the pills I never wanted to swallow but did anyway. Back on the couch, the only thing I want is to know when it will happen again.
Because I dont want it to just happen, I hate surp
Walk away, already.
I promise I'll never
think of the illuminating creases
around your eyes again.
But I will remember
the barely audible pulsing of my sneakers
on the concrete at dawn every day
as I tore through my neighborhood
to sneak back into my house;
a haystack for hair
and ruby red lipstick smeared
along the hollows of my cheeks.
And I'll think of the way
we used to pass each other angry notes in class
[your words still eat away at me].
You put a bouquet in my locker
for valentine's day to make amends
for the nights I spent face-down on my bathroom floor.
We used to lay in the grass in your backyard,
watch the cloud
Your feet shuffle over the worn-out, patchy carpet, and I can feel the static dancing on my skin as you lean down to run your finger along the line of my jaw - - kiss me gently on the cheek.
And it wasnt always like this.
And it wont be this way for much longer.
I never did quite understand how this panicky back and forth worked its way in-between us.
And lets not pretend like any of this puts even the faintest marker on the map of your bipolar thoughts.
Lets not pretend like the clouds arent pushing in a storm today.
We both know
that this jealousy lurches up my insides like vomit and escapes my lips wit
You never once
glanced at the specks
of nothing on my
plate. The scraping
of metal on china. back
and forth, ceaseless.
Unrelenting. You are blind
to the ribs
projecting at such
funny angles. The
cheeks sinking
with each
vigorous movement
of the jaw. Or the warm
light dipping into
the hollows drawing
collarbones.
And you are
deaf to the retching and
gargling escaping my
lungs as I lean over into
my private little
hell. You do not hear
the bottomless
despair in our
conversations, or the
recurring whimpers that
accompany my
blood-shot eyes in
the dead of nights.
Here's what I
intended. Fragments
of truth embedded
I long to
wrap myself in deception
and slip into amnesia
get lost in the dazzle of
a million pigments screaming
let me go, let me go
And i look at the scars lacing my limbs
suck in the cigarette smoke-tainted air
but all i want is to be
pure
empty
new.
All i want is to be away from you
but those eyes - -
they make the veins crawl inside my flesh
And i am back in your arms
won't you
tangle me up in your lies again?
And never let me go,
never let me go.
This bleak emptiness eats itself
into my head and I am
hurting, hurting.
They told me
I wouldn't die from a broken heart
but I do
I lay in my bed at night
sheets scrun
Oh, What a thrill!
The cold burrowing through skin and bone
Eighty pounds even today
And I am tapping my foot thinking,
Ten more pounds, ten more pounds
Staring down at my shrinking thighs
Hands feeling frantically for my spine,
Fingertips dipping into the hollows of my collarbones.
The skeleton in the mirror is beckoning,
pulling me in with her dug-out eyes
ripping me apart with her haunting smile.
She is
my sister in her leotards
doing triple spins in front of an audience of three hundred.
She is my mother at breakfast
dissecting a bagel,
the girl sitting before me in class,
ribs protruding through her satin dress.
What a
Im twirling my great-grandmothers ring around my finger, grinding in burns; back on the couch where tears have been shed and promises were made that were always broken.
Back on the couch; where I spill my heart out to your calm, reassuring eyes, and lock myself back into my little dark womb when I see your annoying, quick hand move across the paper.
But I cant tell you about the war in my head. I cant tell you About all the pills I never wanted to swallow but did anyway. Back on the couch, the only thing I want is to know when it will happen again.
Because I dont want it to just happen, I hate surp
They gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes -
I feel like it's time for a fresh start....
so I'll be moving my newest deviations over to the new page. The older ones are staying on here until I decide what to do with them; I may completely clean this account out, or I might keep it and move some of my really old (2007/2008) stuff out of storage.
buttt I won't be uploading here anymore, so mosey over to my new account, please: oceansforbackyards (https://www.deviantart.com/oceansforbackyards) (: