midastouchchevydoor

“anger travels through me,pushes aside
          	 everything else in my heart,
          	 pouring up the vents.
          	 every night i wake to this anger,
          	 the soaked bed,
          	 the hot pain box slamming me each way i move.
          	 i want justice.slam.
          	 i want an explanation.slam.
          	 i want to curse the false friend who said i love you forever.slam.”
          	—Anne Carson,The Glass Essay.

midastouchchevydoor

“anger travels through me,pushes aside
           everything else in my heart,
           pouring up the vents.
           every night i wake to this anger,
           the soaked bed,
           the hot pain box slamming me each way i move.
           i want justice.slam.
           i want an explanation.slam.
           i want to curse the false friend who said i love you forever.slam.”
          —Anne Carson,The Glass Essay.

midastouchchevydoor

“you remember too much,
           my mother said to me recently.
           why hold onto all that?and i said,
           where can i put it down?
           she shifted to a question about airports.”
          —Anne Carson,The Glass Essay.

midastouchchevydoor

“i can wade grief—
           whole pools of it—
           i’m used to that—
           but the least push of joy
           breaks up my feet—
           and i trip—drunken—”
          —Emily Dickinson.

peachytahniiat

hiiiii, v!
          thank you so much for the votes on Confessions of a heartbreak >.<
          it really made me smiiiiiile! have a great day, v
          i really like your aesthetic :`````))))
          -t.

midastouchchevydoor

this message may be offensive
tw.
          “i think a lot about killing myself,not like a point on a map but rather like a glowing exit sign at a show that’s never been quite bad enough to make me want to leave.see,when i’m up i don’t kill myself because,holy shit,there’s so much left to do.when i’m down i don’t kill myself because then the sadness would be over, and the sadness is my old paint under the new.the sadness is the house fire or the broken shoulder,i’d still be me without it but i’d be so boring.” 
          ―Neil Hilborn,The Future.

nightravenxx

thank you for adding my poetry to your reading list ♡ enjoy !!