A Million Pieces

I would break my own heart Into a million pieces And scatter them across oceans Let each shard drift as far as it pleases Just to keep you from fully possessing it again A few may find their way back to you For they’ll never quite shake the Stockholm But I’d find comfort in knowing…

Greedy

Don’t offer all yourself at once I always expect more With no regard to your heart Or the pieces on the floor Don’t say you’ll give me your all Because I am much too needy I will take with little to return For I am far too greedy SWD 02/2018 Updated 06/2019

Wildfire

Wildfire, wildfire My, how you’ve spread From thawing my heart To burning my head You moved so quickly I failed to see You were slowly Consuming me First a small flame Only to keep warm But you spread through my forest And I’m praying for storms To douse the ashes With pouring rain Put out…

My Heart and My Brain

There is a disconnect between my heart and my brain Like a married couple who hate each other And stopped keeping track of their anniversaries years ago But will never approve of the idea of divorce Bickering every sunrise from the moment I open my eyes Never can they compromise on a single topic Forced…

These Pages

These pages are like a beautiful church With stained glass and high steeples Begging to be loved and worshiped By flocks of lost people The outside view is immaculate But once you have wandered in You will see the elaborate tomb I’ve built To hold and hide my own sin SWD 07/2017 Updated 07/2018

My depression is

Avoiding small responsibilities And waiting for the dark cloud to subside Sometimes the cloud sticks around longer than expected And the small responsibilities start piling up Until they’re an unbearably long list of unchecked to-do boxes In which case, the dark cloud begins to not look so bad Compared to the monster of a mess…

Heart Monitor

A friend recently got a heart monitor That tracks the pattern and rhythm And sends feedback to her physician I thought about how I sort of relate To being constantly aware of every beat from my chest Sending signals to my malignant mind Who seems so eager to give up That I am still alive…

Hard to shake

I forgot the sound of your voice The smell of your hair The feel of your hands I vaguely remember our┬ájokes The nights without sleep And songs to which we danced It’s hard to recall our nicknames The stories we told Adventures we did take But the flutter in my stomach And love housed in…

Rage

A parasitic vine That slithers up your spine And digs through your rib cage To take your body hostage It mangles up your heart and mind To reasoning you become blind And if you let it take your soul You may never regain control NSTW 03/2018