The Bitter Sweet Moments That We Call Life...
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  • Red

    I don’t know

    Where to start

    Maybe from the heart

    But then again

    I lost that part of me

    Somewhere

    Down the road

    When I still

    Wanted to know

    Where I fit into

    In this place.

    When I saw your face

    I thought I’d seen

    An answer

    But it really just

    Meant disaster

    Because you

    Aren’t mine to have

    No one ever is

    And that’s okay.

    I’ve always had

    A different way

    Of reminding myself to feel

    Of confirming it all to be real.

    I just can’t shake that look

    In your eyes –

    It was one to fill

    Countless dark skies

    With stars.

    I can only give myself

    More scars

    Because the darkness is safe.

    As the light escapes

    I don’t have to deal

    With not knowing

    Where I stand

    Without knowing

    If there’s a hand

    To hold onto…

    I know I’m not supposed to

    I know I should care

    But sometimes

    It’s the only way

    To forget the mental picture

    Of the wind blowing

    Through that curly head of hair

    Of yours.

    The blood gently pours

    And my soul,

    It roars

    As the fire rages all around

    And I can faintly hear

    The sound

    Of my ever-distant heart

    Beating in my ears.

    It keeps me sane

    To know that there’s

    Still blood coursing

    Through these veins

    Of mine.

    I know where you stand

    I know it’s not with me

    Yes, I’m young

    But I can’t help but wonder

    If I was meant to be lonely

    And to speak of love

    So coldly.

    Is that where

    I belong?

    Always destined to sing a song

    Of unrequited affections

    To take all of the rejection

    To always hear ‘no’

    So no one else has to go

    Through this all too

    Familiar feeling,

    That ‘growing cold’

    Kind of feeling

    When you’re dead inside

    But someone forgot

    To tell your mind.

    That’s why I feel the need

    To make myself bleed

    Because when I see

    My life pour out

    It’s not a cry

    Or a shout for help.

    Perhaps I need to see red

    So I know I’m not as dead

    As I think…

    So I know there’s more to come –

    That there are more ‘no’s

    To be heard

    Before my time runs out.

    Before the blood runs out.

    - j.n.l.

     

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  • "Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
    took the bus home,
    carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
    and cooked myself dinner.
    You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
    This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
    worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
    only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
    and slept like a rock.
    Flossed in the morning,
    locked my door,
    and remembered to buy eggs.
    My mother is proud of me.
    It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
    She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
    with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
    But she is proud.
    See, she remembers what came before this.
    The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
    how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
    She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
    These were the bad days.
    My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
    My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
    Depression, is a good lover.
    So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
    And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
    That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
    It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
    Today, I slept in until 10,
    cleaned every dish I own,
    fought with the bank,
    took care of paperwork.
    You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
    I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
    but I don’t speak for others anymore,
    and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
    And my mother is proud of me.
    I burned down a house of depression,
    I painted over murals of greyscale,
    and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
    But today, I want to live.
    I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
    or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
    I just cleaned my bathroom,
    did the laundry,
    called my brother.
    Told him, “it was a good day."

    Kait Rokowski, “A Good Day” (via oofpoetry)

    This.

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