ASadSadEmoChic

I spent a week Realizing some Unchangeable truths. I did What felt right And was Right. You, Instead, Buried your head In the sand And refused to Listen. You painted me The bad guy When I was doing What was sure To occur In the future. Yes, We have Similarities. We also have Differences. Your emotions, Eventually, Exhaust me. But no, I’m selfish For trying To amend that, For doing the Right thing Because you claim My logic Balances Your emotions. All at My own Expense. While You benefit, I’m tired. I grate and Screech Against the Ground, My feet Bloody and Sore. You’re clingy, And I’m Independent. The physic

I’m sorry I’m imperfect. I know that sounds Like I’m begging For attention, Aching for pity. But I’m not. No, I’m not That kind Of person. No no no, I’m the kind Of person Who finds happiness In ways others deem Unorthodox. Things that are Odd, Destructive, Mental, Sick. I smile and giggle, My mind not where It is normally. And you don’t Like that. And you wouldn’t Say it To my Face. Everything in me Wants to Shut the door, Shut you up, Shut you out. I want to pretend Your face Never existed In my perception Of the world. And oh god, Do I want to. I want to act On every small Impuls

Stuck together Out of pure necessity. Well, not anymore. Get away from me, And please, stay away from me. You’re not welcome here.

    Inky had considered many options over the past few months. She never wanted to give up on herself, even though she knew she was a damaged, wasted effort. She thought of sitting in the living room floor one last time, Spencer out for the day and giddy over the good news after they’d tried again, the walls surrounding her burning and releasing every little horror they saw in the putrefied air outside. She would sigh calmly, a cookie in her hand as flames licked at her feathers. But no, she wouldn’t die. She knew she wouldn’t. Not like that anymore.    So she opened the door one final time, and stepped outside, her eyes l

Heartache And anger. Rejection And the feeling Of being used. Hollow romance And grabbing For what I felt I would never Receive. And then, After all The battles And raging Warfare Of love And life, I was gifted With a peace Treaty. I was Belittled For who I am, Used For things I never Would have Done. Raced after A break In the bombs. And then There was Silence. Battered And bruised, I glanced up At the sun Gleaming Behind Storm clouds, And the Universe Parted For me. I asked the Universe Years before For what I assumed Was too much. I asked For a lot. I asked for Imperfect Perfection. And you, Dear Universe, Rewarded My exhausted

The sound Of rushing blood In my Hungry ears, The dead of Night Swaddling the World. It’s a reminder That despite My medal-less Walls, I’m a seasoned Veteran. These walls May be Bare, But all They’ve seen Resonates In their Foundation. The simplicity Of a suicide I refuse To dispose of, A single word Written With debilitating Care In aqua blue Ink: “Sorry.” Crossing My flesh With cherry red Mania, The memory Of pain Missing Within the Dark of my Mind. Nights spent Gasping for air Like a misfit In a foreign World, Acid rivers Eroding My cheeks Into hollow Streams. Unseasonably warm December afternoons Spent

Daydreaming, Watching the Ceiling Like clouds Drifting across A summer sky. Imagining The day We share A bed. Can cuddle And fall asleep Together Without an Alarm Telling us Our time Is up. I want it To be true. Want it To be now. I can feel Your back Pressed To my belly, Your hair As it slides Around my fingers. My lips Kissing The top Of your head. Falling asleep, Feeling nothing As my medication Seals me Into artificial rest. Grumpy morning, Messy hair. Few words spoken. Your warm, Happy cuddles Swaddling me Despite my Bored, tired eyes. Black coffee, Dark roast, The strong smell Burning your Tongue And nose And invigorating My m

It was in My mom’s car On a vague Car ride That my mind Drifted And absorbed The lyrics To Tear In My Heart. I inhaled The lines, Thinking, Relating. Remembering The coldness With which I condemned Myself. When you Confessed. I felt dead, Armored To perfection. But I wasn’t. You found Your way through, And my heart Began to Ache. Began to Feel. I could feel. You made me Feel. You wrapped Your soft Fingers Around My heart, Holding it Like a wounded Animal. And you healed it. And I could feel. I could feel Your cold Hands, And I knew I could Heal you too. I knew We could heal Each other. And we did. We Dove into The