i took a globe
drew myself on one side
and my father on the other
i threw it over the bridge
and watched it float away

death is a promise that you know will be kept even if you dont want it to be

if i put myself under a lamp
you will see my cracked skin
and this is why i am in the dark
dejected & obsolete

there is a new sadness sewn into the threads of my blanket
a sea of dried up tears on my pillow
and a memory of my body on the sheets

im afraid that one day

my heart will stop

beating

but i am even more afraid

that it will not

she breathed in summer

and breathed out rain

my head has scratched poems

carved into my bones

about a boy with green eyes

and a strong laugh

that sticks into my skin

like a shard of glass 

i dont do anything

i carry all these thoughts, dreams, sadness and insecurities
but i dont do anything with them

i dont live

i dont mean to be sad
but the world is too big
and too empty
so will it matter if i split my lips
to reveal rows of teeth
or if i do not?

tried is a pained word.

it implies failure, regret, and a lack of hope.
leaving mouths it echoes a desperation that isnt tangible
an impossible feeling that cant be manifested