My Youth Is Lost"My youth was lost before I was ready. Before I could make too many mistakes, before I could break my own heart a million times, my time was up.
And maybe it was partially because I got married young. Maybe it’s because I like to care for too many at once, but no. My youth was lost to a body that couldn’t handle the burden of living the same way anymore. My own skin and bones devoured my youth to stay alive." |
5.14.22 — 8.23.22"This is a poem about the night my best friend died. The night where I was taken to the emergency room by friends who love me. The night where the pain in my body was so great and the doctor so terrible, that I resorted to inappropriate humor to cope. But that was after I started hearing this Ramones song in my head as I waited for the sweet relief of medication. Yesterday, I realized why this song clawed its way out of my psyche that night. It was the perfectly morbid soundtrack."
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Agoraphobia"Recently, I have been dealing with the deepest grief I have ever felt. I am living in the home that I spent a lot of time in with my deceased loved one and at first I found deep comfort in spending lots of my time here. I work from home and grieve from home. It seemed ideal and spiritual. But now I’m afraid it’s turning into something else."
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