Will This Day Ever End

Thursday, 23rd September 2021

We are captured by a subconscious searching for recognition and a meaning that is found beating through everything - like the arteries and veins twisting along the ground where walks our feet. 

Dont talk to me OR my gaping wound ever again

You storm away without a backward glance

only troubled minds seek paradise

an escape to a better world 

far from circumstance

you whisper to yourself at night

clearing tear-tracked eyes, a haunted sight

I see you now through the mirror glass

cursing what blocks your well-trodden path

Tuesday, 28th September 2021

My reality is shaped in colours; a painting blurred in depths of hues, brushed by a wandering silence.

Why do I keep myself hidden in layers of self-control

Afraid of the dark whilst summer lines my curtains

Choking back these haunting fears, and numb

Is the only feeling that's certain

What joy can be felt today? Frozen yet

In feigned sensibility, I ask myself...

i wish i was the birth of a newborn or an infant's first word,

so i could make you beam like a child's proud mother.

i wish i was the first day of school, or a girl's 16th birthday,

or her high school graduation and the after party.

i wish i was your first kiss, or the first time you liked a girl and thought about marriage. 

i wish i was the first heartbreak or the love you'll die with,

i wish i was special, or something like it. 

- i wish i was special

This is in no way a fairy transaction, I promise.

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Having an existential crisis over whether people love me or not when it's really just poor communication skills on my part due to dyspraxia and low self-esteem gaah

Passing Thoughts

I’m sat here at the kitchen countertop

my laptop on a chopping board

watching my mother's jam pot

simmer away the plums and sugar - 

I’m here to stop it boiling over.

It has already done it once 

the sticky pink liquid has become

stained glass on the hob cooker

it hasn’t reduced much

so I might be here just a little while longer