i am walking through a skeleton of poetry
that once meant the world to me
but the words are smushed on salt-stained cheeks
the words whisper through my heart
oh my god, i can’t breathe
i am walking through a skeleton
i am watching you leave
for new heights and new things
half-finished promises
you might not ever keep
i am tripping over femurs and tibia too
i don’t know what creatures used to walk this place
but i hope they left too
i hope their dreams cannot be shared within the space of my hands
i hope their days are full
i hope they get that promotion
i hope they keep the door closed
i hope they let me down gently, and i won’t let them know
that i’m sobbing on the floor
such a mess i can’t drive home
i am walking through the ashes of a world i used to know
the motivational posters and the self-help books
all the things i used to believe in, right down to my soul
it’s dull, and barren on my tongue
it’s all so fucking cold
but i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine
i’ll figure it out between 9-3:30, wednesdays
i’ll pay the long distance
holding my phone like a vice
i’ll play the music loud and take up journalling
i will talk while you still listen
i will try my best not to waste your time
when i kiss you goodnight
i’m walking through a skeleton of things that could have been
feel them well up in my chest and pool on my tongue
taste the salt breeze
i want to fold up my opinions like laundry on the bed
i want to sleep for the rest of eternity
A bit of a vent poem. Growing up is rough, sometimes. This isn’t about any one specific thing, so much as the general chaos that has been my life. I’m not really great at people to be honest, and I’m even worse at goodbyes.