Always looking for something/someone to save me
I contain like a jar
certain foods not palatable to the majority
I’m thoroughly enjoying watching you gorge
yourself on what everyone else is scared
of
We’re just two bonfires that met in the middle
I’m circling you like a shark
there’s blood in the water
and it’s so bright so bright
I’m danger-zoned
about to wash up on that shore
where too many things
make sense
my favorite beach
my favorite shipwreck
face down in the sand
flirting with the fishes
you tell me to be careful
unfortunately
I’m God in her chaos
I’m love knife-edged
too much electricity
this mental-hospital world
can’t keep the exit doors shut
I’m a powder keg
and she’s ready to blow
When a romantic partnership starts sucking energy away from my friendships, I break up with that person. This is how I invest more time in connections with two of my exes than my current local romance connection.
To the point where… I don’t know why I call them exes. Odd society that judges the seriousness of a connection based on whether sex is involved or not.
ick.
I haven’t been writing poetry lately but it will come I’m sure.
A nice playlist for you:
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