My Poems and Other Writing

  I sleep less and fight more
Imminent fear, Paralysis whore
avoiding my dreams, my mind's at war
still drifting offshore,
My heart is battling me
to stop thinking of you
Ignore everything; I try and try to watch some zombie gore.
Maybe I'll stop going down
the rabbit hole,
killing myself slowly
to feel something to gain

And it hits me like a wave, grieving pain
No matter what I do,
I'm still jumping over fences,
skipping heartbeats to think of you

Why am I not distracted
from the messages I never sent?
I wish all my past relationships came back to me, even for a second.
I wish I had mended them because
I've had it good, and I've had it bad,
but leaving me like that was a shitty act.

If I became a distraction,
why were we planning another date? Scaring me like that, almost making me think I was about to experience something that rhymes with grape
I can spite you with vengeful rage.
I wish I could say that to your face,
but I'll never see you again.
There will be nothing to mend.
I know the truth hurts, but we could've been manageable.
Still, pushing me out
and telling it to me so boldly
was so diabolical, illogical, and radical.

Was I too radical for you,
or was I just a piece of meat
you'll always discard
or use when you need it?

Did you play your part
until you saw I fell apart
right in front of you?
What made you change your mind because you changed your heart?
But I made up my mind.
You're intangible and too licentious, while I'm still radical...

I'm RADICAL.