The ocean in him In me We’re not like the rest I don’t wanna be He does His kisses His secrets My lessons My forgiveness It’s maddness He’s my Neverland -Saschia
Tag Archives: depression
Up up up
Worlds open and shift And move into silence Things look up We look up For hope For dreams For guidance Strong arms Hang tight While Grips are loosen -Saschia
Fairy’d
The eyes stare back They never used to Or maybe I just never noticed Or maybe they did And I’m just forgetting it all -Saschia
Tap Tap
Intertwined Wall on wall on wall A door swung open It didn’t quite slam More like a tap The kinda tap that let’s me know someone’s there -Saschia
Fluff and Pillows
Blankets so fluffy my body can’t be seen And pillows lots of pillows Let me sink into the center of them all To find the most comfortable place And Leave me there Trust me I feel safe alone -Saschia
The Night
The night is where he hides He’s open to me From a distance It’s always one of us Pushing the other In someway But when the numb comes It comes The only option Is to write it away
The Wait
The feeling in my gut the taste on my breath both wretched so I brush and skip a few meals an act of hoping that the shift will come soon I know it will come It’s just a matter of patience -Saschia
Job Daydreams
She found the jobs of her dreams Life threw them on her side table And she waded through her options as if this was always meant to be She found her value And made love to her dreams Her gift’s not a curse When she’s getting everything she needs
Before and After
I see my reckless behavior I see me dive headfirst into bullshit To forget But this writing thing It keeps me grounded Keeps me feeling it I liked it before how I could drink And smash shit Smile and keep it movin But I was so faded My soul started screaming So I uncaged itContinue reading “Before and After”
Warm Ups
The gills are warming up They open and close Stiff from lack of use My eyes dart back and forth Like Plath’s Only thing is I’m alive I even pat my heart and brag of mornings alone The madness the gills the dead writers They’re all warming up
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