Tired

Please do not steal or copy my work.

I miss you.

I’m lonely inside myself with no one

To draw me out into the world.

I never did well trying to fall on soft surfaces.

Pillows are too small.

The couch, terribly far.

Your chest was always there.

Your arms always secure.

I thought I was past this lack of indiscretion.

Just this morning I took pride in feeling certain about

Where I am currently.

I slowly disintegrated into this regretful ash.

I inhale deeply, trying to stay calm,

And have no choice outside of breathing it in.

Can’t you just leave my memory?

I’m willing to bash my skull in right now.

I can’t take how much you circle around

Like an angel waiting to take me to hell

For my lack of belief in you.


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