Gallimaufry

touch my skin and let me breathe again.

I was drowning before I met you. Submerging into the depths of my despair. And despite your love, I stayed there. Counting the seconds until I could no longer hold my breath And you tell me to breathe But it's harder than it seems. I take one look into the mirror And let my wild… Continue reading touch my skin and let me breathe again.

Gallimaufry

dead end depression—a messy poem

Constantly trying to escape To places, to people Without reason Without cause Without purpose There's no way out because there wasn't suppose to be a way in Four corners two closing in Look both ways before you cross ceaseless traffic Pray to God you make it over safely. Pray to God you make it. Pray… Continue reading dead end depression—a messy poem

Gallimaufry

Sobered thoughts.

It’s nights like these where I wonder most what alcohol tastes like. That if I ran now, could I make it? Nights where I don’t care to wonder if tomorrow will come. Only wonder if I’d be better off if it didn’t. And I think to myself, it’s not fair to him. After all he’s… Continue reading Sobered thoughts.

2018, Gallimaufry

Gone, Gone, Gone.

I do I do this a thousand times I never fail to make you cry I don't know why I'm sorry But you always forgive somehow I never fail to let you down I'm breathing while You're drowning I know you want this to work But darling you are aching So let us stop pretending… Continue reading Gone, Gone, Gone.