#dump poetry

[bloodirt]

you wrapped my knuckles gently

hands steady and cold

your knuckles cracked

my knuckles bleeding

soft white cloth trying to cover

every bad thing I’ve done

you finish

I wish I wasn’t such a fucking idiot

[ryanjamessalmon]

I miss, I don’t

I miss this shit but i dont want it back

I think about you often but i wont send a text

i dont think that youre still the same as when i left

i know that im not so i can only expect

for things that i miss to be different things now

and if i got what i asked for i wouldnt know how to look at it the same way that i did

id look at it looking for something

but what im searching for is only where my memories live

ill feel for my past but wont ask for it back

as long as i have something to miss, ill be fine moving forward

as long as im staying attatched