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there’s nothing romantic about dying.

nov 19, 2017

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OLD CITY, OLD LOVE pt. 1

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HIGHWAYANXIETY (16/15)

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im stuck in a routine and i want OUT

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I. Choke up the depression Feel it shape-shift to mania in your larynx You’re drinking bottled happiness now II. Find someone that scares you more than you scare yourself Rip your own heart out of your chest and put it in her hands You’ll only feel real when it hurts III. You’ll be a mirror The girl that dropped out of physics— Bend her light through your focal point Show her what she wants but does not need Your friends will say nothing about the bruises They all know reflected images are not real IV. Sink deep into your own body Search For the soul you convinced yourself was never really there to begin with Sickness eats at your brain and shreds the lining of your stomach Self diagnose, self medicate, self destruct V. Tell the boy in gym class about the pills you pop on the weekend Two years later he’ll crash his car rolling on the same prescription Shatters his ulna on the driver’s side window Quit those and started abusing his adderall Another casualty left in your wake VI. Continue to avoid yourself Internal monologue is canceled today Drown out any remnants of thought with music louder than your lungs when they scream for nicotine VII. Today you’re the cool girl in all black Tomorrow you’ll wear tie dye and soften your voice Spending the day wondering if your bisexuality is an excuse to ignore the burning need to find your identity VII. Music can’t drown out the intrusive thoughts Stay up all night waiting for the floor to fall out from underneath you Justify three days without sleep as a forced shift to mania Realize you’re still wallowing in crippling depression VIII. Switch to uppers IX. Get clean under a microscope when she gets sick of carrying around your arhythmic heart Detox in front of an audience Spend March sweating and shivering Dry heaving in the back corner of the girl’s bathroom between AP literature and AP psychology There’s no time to talk about it X. Spend a year learning to trust again Make progress through regression Hurt your friends See a doctor Keep an untouched bottle of pills on your nightstand Let them pile up month after month Is addiction okay if your name is on the bottle? XI. Become enchanted by the boy in your ceramics class Let him shatter the mirror you hide behind Force yourself to face the tough questions He’ll hold your hand as you navigate the shattered glass Lead him to safety–he doesn’t wear shoes XII. 2 a.m. on a school night and you’re sitting in his car looking up at the stars Wrapped in the blanket he keeps just for you Laughing at nothing and feeling everything This is it This is you And you are enough

Thank you for holding my hand while I find myself

1. He kisses me the way honey flows off of my spoon into my morning tea: soft, steady, and viciously slow. 2. When I wake up in the morning, I wonder which archetype I’ll put on next. Will I become the sad girl who wears all black in anticipation to mourn a day that has just begun? Or will I try on the haggard honors student, who’s backpack is filled with half-eaten breakfast bars and overdue library books? I ask myself, “At what point do I decide to stop kidding myself? When do I become the person I want to be rather than using the bits and pieces to reflect all of me?” My alarm goes off again. I’m late for school. I decide to try again when I have more time as I slip into the old skin . 3. Despair, my old friend, how I wished the last time would have been our final meeting. 4. I’ve stopped trying to calm myself down. I run off of stress, nerves, and constant self-doubt. My fingers have stopped hesitating more often. Instead, it’s like they have a mind of their own. They choose decisions with out a second-thought and recklessly create without any thought to sleep. 5. My mom now thinks I’m a robot. 6. Who’s gonna break the news to her that I got it from mommy dearest herself? 7. I miss the snow. I miss the way it would freeze the earth and everything that lived below it. I miss the way the trees looked when the frozen water would hang dangerously off of each bare limb. I miss the soft and golden glow that filled my home. I miss the innocence that existed in my heart. 8. But I don’t want to go back. 9. He kisses me the way honey flows off of my spoon into my morning tea: soft, steady, and viciously slow. 10. Sometimes, I worry, that I’ll get tired of honey.

SUBURBAN DIARY PT. 6 // k.m.