thank you for the DD  |
of antidepressantsnostalgia comes at 12:20 amof antidepressants by ~AnotherPassenger
disguised as nausea toward the banging
against the wall and the
moaning in your head.
i think i am
having a p-p-panicattack and i am
clutching at these sheets because my heart is aching so hard that
the stars along my spine are beginning to supernova
before their time has come.
baby,
i miss you and
this zoloft isn’t doing a good job of
taking the overnight shift when you’re
off the timeclock.
and i am never coming backtwo years agoand i am never coming back by ~AnotherPassenger
you walked away from everything we knew;
i followed
because i trusted you.
i was left bruised and bloodied
with a snatch snatched up like menthol cigarettes,
like a pack of addiction free for the taking;
so he took it.
(it was free, after all)
mother, i ran and
i should have kept running
away from you and all the shit you put me through because
even though you brought me into this world
you looked the other way when
i tried to take myself out
but now i want out
out of this house and as far from you as i can get.
if a rottweiler can nurse bunnies back to health and
a gorilla can protect a human child,
why can’t you?
express shipping unavailable at this timei hate my name.express shipping unavailable at this time by ~AnotherPassenger
i want to rip it away from me and
start again.
all of these people know me by
the story i have lived so far, but
i am not that story.
i am more than the shitty life i have lived and
i am more than what you know me as and
i am more than the terrors in the night
break me down into.
i am working on freeing these wings and
freeing these dreams and
becoming free of these genes these
molecules all wrapped up in a bundle of
MY NAME.
none of these things define me and,
dear dreamcatcher,
please hurry.
unfinished businessi hope my ghost haunts youunfinished business by ~AnotherPassenger
like she haunts me:
all doe-eyes, dainty wrists, &
scissor-stitched lips
pressing shivering snow kisses
along your spine.
she’ll be touching her fingertips
to all of your scars;
she’ll weep for them.
you’ll find her screaming and
sobbing in the back of your head,
“who am i
who would love a ghost
who”
you can’t see this ghost, but
you will never escape her.
you will never escape
me.
Sta.sh
