Things I Wish I Could Tell You

 

You see yourself

As I see myself

And I know how crippling that is

There is something so inevitable about you

So distant, untouched,

Yet completely tainted

I miss the days where I didn’t think twice about the noises leaving your throat

But we are here now

And I realize how awfully young you are

You are but a child

I believe that is why I hold you to my chest so tightly

I want to convey that you are more delicate than the detachment in your eyes

You can swallow all the Tylenol in your home,

But you still fear the dark

What did you see there?

It’s okay to collapse under the weight of clouds

Understand that they are only water and air,

Tricking you into believing death feels lighter

There’s nothing heavier than that emptiness growing within you

It’s okay to scream

As I have begged for the demons to flee from my body,

With no such luck

As they feed from my own emptiness

Crawling in the pits of my knuckles and crevices of my collar bones

Darling,

Rest,

Close your eyes

We don’t always need a purpose





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