[ october 13th, 2k14 ]
just because i see the beauty of the world doesn't mean i'm any happier without you being as deep in mine as you were before. really, on the emotion side, i feel a little devoid of joy. two mangoes short of a happiness fruit salad.
you asked me why i cut my nails today, i just gave you a bullshit excuse. really, i cut them down so that i don't hurt myself too bad when i claw at every mark on my chest. mama tells me that it's bad, "don't you care about your skin?"
be happy i'm not dragging blades over this caramel canvas to seek the happiness i'm missing.
YOU ARE READING
past oblivion.
Poetry"what can i really say?" used to be my words, when i didn't know as much. when i got older, i responded to myself. "everything." now, i realize that i can use my breath to speak on everything in existence, from dust on jupiter to the depths of hell...
