I don’t like knowing the last time I’ll see you was the last time I saw you
Just another memory, fading into the recesses of my mind
Melding into that silently throbbing haze that makes up my experiences
This is how I will cope, this is what holds me
Has held me, throughout the years
Words and thought and ink or 0’s and 1’s.
This is a poem to help empty the sadness from my bones, the ache from my eyes
When I rise from this bed, perhaps I’ll feel a little bit lighter, having left some of my worry here. On this page, and scattered about the ether
I’m not surprised, I’m mad.
Mad I allowed myself to get here
Allowed myself to be cracked open, by my own damn crowbar
I wish my heart listened to my brain
“Stop. I don’t want to feel this way. Stop it. Stop it. I don’t want to feel this way. Stop.”
Pools from my mouth, forming a puddle on the floor,
Nothing but another mess for me to clean up