point b

Posted: December 22, 2013 in me

only comfortable in a perpetual state of good bye
i force my nails into my wrist
and my heels into the ground
fighting nature

i am never ever sure what i’m doing
but what i’m doing now
shreds my heart
and limbs

i can’t breathe or think
or run
or stay
or get angry or love

i feel frozen
in lapping waves of warmth
cold and afraid
to feel anything at all

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s