Gossip (maybe nsfw)

Oh, go ahead, babeSpout your nasty shitDo you really thinkAnyone believes it? Tell them I’m a whoreWe both know the truthYou hate me cause IDon’t wanna fuck with you Tell them I’m a slutGo for the first punchTell them I eat dickOn sourdough for lunch Say I “kill babies”*That’ll rile them upSlander me becauseYou’re hurt…

Saturday blog post

An unusually straight-forward title for me. I need a break from all the poetry, and a vent. This morning, I got up early to take the train to a yoga class downtown. Because the class is held in an outdoor area, in the middle of a large shopping center surrounded by restaurants and hotels, there…

Grip

If this pain doesn’t stopI will call the damn copsAre there even words to expressHow I got into this messAnymore? If no one loves me backI’ll have a heart attackHaven’t I been through enough pain?I don’t want to feel insaneAnymore. Why am I not enough?Don’t I have the right stuff?I tried to do everything rightYou…

Stonewalls

Recovery lostHopeless addiction to youIt’s become toxicYour stone walls poison my heartWhy can’t we communicate? Friends with benefitsDon’t want a relationshipBut how are we friends?We can’t get close or go outYou’re just borrowing my warmth I might find some peaceIf I could leave you aloneThis is killing meHow dare you drink up my loveWithout reciprocating…

Blockade

3am feelings in poetic form (more ninettes): HeyMisterI miss youDo you miss me?Do we have to fight?It seems so dumbForgive meCome onPlease BabeAnswerTalk to meCome sit with meDon’t you get lonely?I want you hereSpend the nightMake upPeace Don’tBe madForeverIt’s not worth itWe could fall in loveUnless you lied?It felt realCome backTry

FWBs

He told me I was a good communicator Before he saw my PTSD shut my skills off. Dissociated, I’m a terrible communicator. I tried so hard to articulate it all, but… We ended up giving up on each other, instead. I can’t wait for that to stop hurting. I had been upset that we slept…