I have a disease
These so-called Lungs
They've failed me
You know Frederic Chopin had Cystic Fibrosis...
& he was a genius.
I deny it
Just like everything else
Just like everyone else.
Bad girls make it work
Bad girls work it.
I work AT it
I fail.
It's okay
Keep your suitcase...
Im not running.
You can run down the block
Ill wait for you here on the corner...
If you ever show.
Ill be here with a pen in my hand
With a pencil in my teeth
Tea in my cup
Sugar on my lips
The crystals lining the corners of my mouth.
Fix this!
Fix me
My deer heart
yes DEER
It beats so fast
like fear
like prey.
Eyes straight ahead
Preditor
Eyes on the side
Prey
Swift you are not
Purposeful you are
I simply can not be the only one who thinks like me
Not here
Not now
Life is too short
What am I doing?
Breathing for a living
making do
Please satisfy me
Please
Just spend time with me
Notice me
SEE Me.
I want to think of someone other than myself
Let me think about you.
It'll make me happy
I promise it won't hurt.
It's all just time & energy & stories &
pride.....
just pride
lust
dignity & hate
Replace my hate
Take it's spot on my couch
I don't want it anymore.....
