i cannot make my bed,
i don't make my bed and i do not put away laundry
and i don't wash my hair and i don't check my email,
i have a list of things i should be doing,
i have a messy room, a disorganized closet and crowded desktop
and i am afraid.
i am afraid to complete things i am completely capable of doing,
like dusting and vacuuming,
or eating and drinking.
if i finish the list i am afraid of the other one.
i cannot feel accompanied surrounded by people who care,
i don't feel content and i do not let go of the idea of how perfect a person could be.
i don't think rationally, or logically and i don't respond to texts,
i have a list of things i should be doing, but am not completely capable of
like feeling full but not naseuous and being comfortable with silence.
so i procrastinate.
i avoid the simple in order to never acknowledge the impossible,
if i were to clean, wash, and dust and vacuum,
what would i be left with,
except to lay in my freshly made-bed and wonder,
why i will never be capable of feeling completed without you.
i don't make my bed and i do not put away laundry
and i don't wash my hair and i don't check my email,
i have a list of things i should be doing,
i have a messy room, a disorganized closet and crowded desktop
and i am afraid.
i am afraid to complete things i am completely capable of doing,
like dusting and vacuuming,
or eating and drinking.
if i finish the list i am afraid of the other one.
i cannot feel accompanied surrounded by people who care,
i don't feel content and i do not let go of the idea of how perfect a person could be.
i don't think rationally, or logically and i don't respond to texts,
i have a list of things i should be doing, but am not completely capable of
like feeling full but not naseuous and being comfortable with silence.
so i procrastinate.
i avoid the simple in order to never acknowledge the impossible,
if i were to clean, wash, and dust and vacuum,
what would i be left with,
except to lay in my freshly made-bed and wonder,
why i will never be capable of feeling completed without you.
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bailly-i
Jul 01, 2018
I'm curious how does the title come into this poem? Is that the time it is being written? Could you allude to in some way