gaia_lenox

I am quite empty 
these past few moments 
like each and every thought 
I've had 
is dripping out my nose 
and onto the bathroom floor 
a kind of domestic rage 
pooling at my feet 

you said my name 
and a window slammed shut 
because I am trying 
to be strong 
not kind 
but I am also buying yarn 
because your ears got cold 
and I want to knit you a hat 

sadness always hits me 
like a screen door
with broken springs 
all at once 
and I hold myself together 
ands its not quiet 
or beautiful 
it is like cleaning up paint 

i wish so badly to be 
ethereal 
a specific type of beauty 
defined by silk sheets 
and a mysterious expression
but instead i am 
waking up with bloody noses 
and forgetting to put the caps 

have you ever had sour 
cherries? 
they're an angry fruit 
that stings your throat 
and boils in your stomach 
prone to scrunched noses 
and tart pies
and being gathered 

There are a finite 
amount of minutes that 
I am allowed 
so you are making a sandwich 
and I am telling you how 
when awful things happen 
I pretend they didn't