#definitely over sharing

[clusterbungle]

9pm, time to regret every terrible thing I ever said/did that lead to my friendless miserable state of existence

[that-asthmatic-queer]

⚠️Trigger Warning - Post includes heavy discussions and implied references to child abuse, sexual assault, mental illness and other difficult topics. Do not read if you’re not in the right headspace- it isn’t worth your well-being.

So, last semester I wrote a chapbook (short book of poetry) for a writing class of mine. I don’t know if I’ll ever pursue publishing it anywhere, but I posted quite a few rough drafts here and wanted to share if anyone wanted to read.

Thank you for checking it out if you decide to :)

[that-asthmatic-queer]

Skin Deep

I have tattoos

That surprises some people

Not all of them

Just some

I got my first at 18

It had only been a week

But it hadn’t been impulsive-

Not like most believe

It’s stupid, really

A bee above my knee

Nobody gets the pun

Fewer ever see it

I laughed about it for years

A quiet kind of joke

Nobody took it seriously

Just assumed it was blowing smoke

But it seared across my thoughts

And sank well past the skin

Nobody really has to know

It means more than it shows

My artist stayed professional

But he noticed I never flinched

And though he didn’t say it

I knew he understood

It had only been a week

But it had really been a lifetime

So even though it hurt

I’ve never felt more fine

My body seldom feels like mine

But that pigment never leaves

That’s the point of permanent

A matter of belief

Ink has a million reasons

Even silent ones

So though it’s only me

It had motive to be done

I understand the surprise

There’s barely logic to it

It doesn’t even rhyme

But that isn’t a crime

It’s only surface level

“Skin deep”, as they say

But I don’t have to explain it

I’ve learned that it’s okay

[that-asthmatic-queer]

Plot

Read me to filth

Tell me you’re sorry

You know how I love

Your small sob stories

You do this dance

And it’s quite the thrill

You bleed me dry

And I love you still

I try not to worry

But deep down I know

I’ve read this story

It doesn’t end well

The bruises may fade

But not without cost

The plot tells a tale

Of love and loss

I’ve heard it before

The betrayal of a lover

But I’ll still read us

Cover to cover

[autisticgremlinsworld]

How do I explain to my job that I constantly feel like I need to pee no matter how much I use the toilet?