Every flicker of the clock lights a match under my aching rib cage
Every unfinished test crawls it’s thorns up my neck
My world stings with your stare 3 feet from mine
screaming earthquakes into the silence
You’ve wasted so much time not being good enough
gravity hugs me close to my bed sheets
as the weight of my unknown future sits smirking on my chest
i could make something of myself
but i am thin air
nothing more than an idea
and what can you make of that?
I’ve tried to write poems about hurt
In a language I was not fluent
I think it’s time
Face hidden in my phone as my feet pull me to class
I am texting myself poems.
I wish I could just say these things aloud
and rip headphones from ears like bandaids.
Maybe if I whispered this to a stranger
it’d be the first time they’ve been awake in years.
let’s hide behind masks and paint
and never say what we are afraid of