#spilledinprose

[wholeheartedwords]

[wholeheartedwords]

[wholeheartedwords]

POEM

Hey, mechanic Teach me how to operate this machine I was assembled with faulty bits, Hand-me-downs from my ancestors, Some good, like these blue eyes, Mixed with a little bit of PTSD, Unexplained anxiety and a good sense of humour, A heart that keeps beating even when I tell it to stop, Nails that I bite to their death and this weird pain in my neck that I can’t seem to crack out just right

I was constructed with hair that’s always tangled, A crooked smile and a squeaky laugh that’s deadly if you like me And deadly if you don’t I think my mouth was made a little too big, Both literally and figuratively, I keep getting in trouble and I don’t how to shut myself up

Hey, mechanic Could you help me figure this out? I keep falling into the same trap I want to tell them who I am but This thing is so god damn complicated

rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

& just the kind of loving I’ve been looking for

Instagram: @rrxwords 

[raychelreimer-blog]

I took a nap on your shoulder And woke up wondering, If all my favourite feelings are right here, Why must I go back out into the real world?

I didn’t see you for a while and I forgot how your kisses felt on my kisses, Like you were the one who taught me how Or I was the one who taught you, And other little unimportant thoughts like that

I want you to see me naked, I don’t even know why, I just do I want to give you everything and I guess The more raw I am, the more raw you’ll be And the more you won’t want me to leave this bed Ever again

In this room with you, I’m thinking Of one hundred thousand things That all come out, without a word But a hit of the snooze button - "Just five more minutes…"

“in this room with you” // rr.

[raychelreimer-blog]

If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? You can still swim within the depths of her And taste her salt on your lips Lay on your back and let the sun beam down As you float amongst her So smoothly If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? Do I have to stay strong to protect her? Let 2-ton trucks roll over my body Not allowing them to crush my ribcage Resisting the breakage of my bones If she is water under the bridge, Am I the bridge? Standing tall and stable As you stand over me - Denying my ability to break

// rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

Let go, Give your head a shake You’ve been working overtime Would you give yourself a minute to…

Relax, Give the stars a minute They’re working overtime Just to make you…

Smile, Keep taking one step forward It will all make sense in retrospect When you can put down the cigarettes and…

Breathe, We’re working overtime Just to work it out So hand it over and…

Watch, Taste, Feel, the magic happening (right before your eyes) // rr

[raychelreimer-blog]

Twenty-two, looking into a cracked mirror Already regretting being twenty-two On behalf of my forty-four year old self

And with my head in my pillow, my breath is heavy But you can never live to swim, if you never dive in

No -

You cannot find something That has never been lost “twenty-two // by: RR”