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but only every once in a while
this ability comes and goes
with increasing fluctuation and fracturing,
but, it could be stable in time,
at least that’s what i want to believe
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everything all lined up into place,
but only every once in a while
this ability comes and goes
with increasing fluctuation and fracturing,
but, it could be stable in time,
at least that’s what i want to believe
chasma
closed in white panels are all i can see for miles
causing my heartrate to spike and my nerves to fizzle into nothing
i can barely remember a time where it didnt cause a relapse
all there is now is a dread filled soul and blankets of uncertainty
partem
drifting endlessly
hoping that somehow
something will come along
that just gives some explanation
even just a single sense of direction
three days
failing to consider
precious time and
limited capacity
not remembering
or even bothering
anything beyond
knowing nothing
of expectations
or anyone else
seams
when did reality become fiction
with the world falling apart at the seams
why couldn't the fictional world stay separate
and reality become the thing to escape from
the blending of the two seems unfair
with escapism collapsing indefinitely
wishing it could go back
with fiction being what's good and bright
and reality fading into grey
“Circumstance Kills” pt. 2
are all your feelings
in boxes in your attic
or are they on my screen
trust me i won’t panic
i can’t read your mind
i wish i was telepathic
i miss almost everything
but now at least i’m pragmatic
“Circumstance Kills” pt. 1
circumstance kills
but only when you let it
i still love you
after all this time regretting
i’m not gonna lie
i repressed all of it
but now it’s coming back
worse than it ever did
Space
i chipped my tooth again
god knows when
i'd like to smile so much it hurts
but now when i smile it hurts
i wanna feel everything
but everything is so much
i’d like to end my streak of apathy
but all i know how to feel is apathy
nothing will ever be as i expect
i will never get what i deserve
but maybe what i deserve is some space
smaller classes
sitting awkwardly in the same seats
unsure of whether to avoid eye contact
banding together over the simplest things
like the same seats in a different room
and the nuisances that plague us all
a group united by petty motives
and a common bothersome individual
BLOODLINE
nobody promised perfection
but i half-wish they would’ve
i half-wish they’d lied
it’s days like these,
putting life in perspective,
that show me how twisted everything really is
how a scrapbook family is nothing more
than a shiny, lovable façade
my real bloodline - as for that -
i wish one day i’d wake up and it’d be untangled
so i don’t have to sit here
reminiscing of when we had everything
What brings light into your life?
last night gave me perspective
his laugh and mine were made to intertwine
it's funny how half a decade does nothing
and i'm not sure how we even got here
FEVER DREAM
tv dinners
caprisuns by the pool
2am mischief
and field day kickball
5th grade was so much simpler
5 years screwed me over
now i’m a mess and it’s something i can’t change
and it’s not like i can even take the blame
people get complicated when they grow up
they yell for no reason and blow up
and i’m sat here remembering the “good times”
were they even good?
they were better than this fever dream
Spiraling
Black and white spirals
The eye rolls from people who don’t get me
They get to me
Black and white spirals
The confusion
The illusion that I am okay
Black and white spirals
They’re all I see as I fall endlessly
Maybe it was never meant to be
Maybe all I’m ever meant to see
Are the spiraling lines
And averted eyes of the people I love
Moving and Mending
You've moved me, helped me without knowing
Been a friend, when no one else shows up
Through everything and now that you have close to no one,
I hope I can be there to move you.
Give you hope that a new normal eventually is going to arise.
You've mended me. You put me back together when everyone else was tearing me apart.
You knew what to say and how to say it. You still do.
You gave me the mother I'd never had but deep inside of me craved.
I want to help mend you, let you know that I'm not leaving.
If everyone else goes, I'm still going to be stood here beside you.
I'm not one for being a good friend - I never have been - but I need to be, for you.
forward motion
too much time had passed
since the last moment together
i can't say i wasn't scared
that you'd maybe just turn away
but to see each other again
and kind of fall back into place
i still miss being around
and not being able to talk at 3am
but at least we're still in each others lives
even if there’s a bit more distance
fractures
how much more will i give
before everything is gone and done
how much more hope can i lose
as this year marches on
i’ve tried my best to get through it
but everything i’ve tried to hang on to keeps slipping away
i’ll do my best to keep going
and try to not let it get to me
but i’m just so tired of hoping and then having it ripped away once again
falling
how many highs and lows can happen at once
over the span of next to nothing
explain to me the reasoning behind the rising tides
and show me why chaos introduces itself
over and over again