there is a point to this, i promise
it follows silently behind you
just waiting to be noticed.
and the days are on repeat again
please try not to discuss it,
because the failure is real, and permanent.
the sun is coming out now
but we are not prepared
expecting the worst isnt wrong,
its only fair.
The stitches holding us together,
they will dissolve
but i'll stand on the seams
and tear the ends from the means
because i need control .
so the white light behind those
selfies give me lasting hope. .
the kind that fills up my lungs
until i choke.
if my heart stops beating, stops bleeding
my body goes stiff, and cold
i guess then we'll know.
i guess only then we'll know.