#224

the fever makes me forget

who I should be

I take my sick days

to renew and see

that this is not who I want to be

working to hard

forgetting to live

until my body crashes in on me

these sick days help me see.

#223

two two three

still trying to figure out

you and me

 

two hundred and twenty three poems

written trying to figure out

who are we?

 

#222

I was never quite sure who I was meant to be,

I’m sorry that you weren’t the one for me,

but I couldn’t wait and see

who we were trying to be

when I was trying to find me.

love song for you and me

I’ve found a hope,

I won’t let go

we’ll run off and elope.

Hoping for the best

baby, I know we’ll

figure out the rest.

Take my hand,

I’ll take the ring,

and together we’ll sing

our favorite song, you &me.

We’ll run off,

they’ll all see,

that we were meant to be

baby, just trust in me.

#221

rest.

rest against my chest

hope for all the best

do not fear what is yet

my dear, do not fret

just

rest.

#220

boa constrictors for veins

tightening in my chest

eyes widening with fear

of my life slipping away

consciousness fading

as slowly as a snake

moving from side to side

cold scales against cold fears

loosing my breath

under the pressure