You are the only one who catalyzes my feelings,
You are coal to the long gone fire of my emotions,
You are the air to my desecrated lungs,
You are the breath that animates me,
You are the pain that awakes me,
You are everything that makes me become more alive,
I never want this fire to go out,
I never my lungs to crumble,
I never want to be without the pain that you bring me,
You are much more than you might think.
You are the only one who catalyzes my feelings,
You are coal to the long gone fire of my emotions,
You are the air to my desecrated lungs,
You are the breath that animates me,
You are the pain that awakes me,
You are everything that makes me become more alive,
I never want this fire to go out,
I never my lungs to crumble,
I never want to be without the pain that you bring me,
You are much more than you might think.
Therapists, I don't like their taste. by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
Therapists, I don't like their taste.
i.
in 7th grade
i didn’t know depression
until she told me her name,
carving forever scratches
along my limbs like
little love notes on the bark
of a tree.
she stole my rings
and left me hollow.
ii.
i had only ever met anxiety
in passing, until one day
he handed me power and told me
to hurt someone else with it.
iii.
inexperienced,
with an uncontrollable
quivering in my fingers,
he whispered, “ to survive,
you must learn quickly.”
as i shoved the bevel of a needle
into a strangers arm.
iv.
so, if a therapist
could talk away my scars
like iodine disinfects,
guide the ships
through
I've died a thousand deaths today.
What do you mean?
One- heart entagngled in razor wire.
Two- Inhaled too quickly and I stopped breathing.
And so and so on.
I wouldn't wish an artist's life on my worst enemy.
I don't get it.
Be happy you don't.
But what do you mean by dying?
Have you ever stepped on broken glass?
Once.
Hurts, doesn't it?
Imagine walking a thousand miles through a desert
Sand gritting against bloody soles
Digging into jell-o bones,
No oxygen, no nothing,
But a burning reminder of what was?
You're being weird again.
Maybe. But that's how it's like, for me, at least.
Or maybe I'm not being clear. Let'