i use the word homesick
but what i think i really mean is
uncomfortable
or dissatisfied,
pressing on your limbs and heavy on your chest
fucking anxious
about nothing
because nothing is what i feel like i'm doing
when i really want to be doing something more, that makes me feel raw like i used to
just feeling pulled. in all directions
but am so overwhelmed that i'm not moving towards either of them.
i've been doing that thing where i stare all the time at things,
maybe hoping to form some sort of connection with it
pretend that i know something
i'm just more interested in other peoples lives
because i don't need to poison it.
just feel like im talking at my friends,
not with them and in the end, and always,
no one really gives half a shit
and were all really only together to laugh, at something stupid
and after a while, with life progressing as it is, i don't see what's the point in any of it.
friends are nothing like they are in stories your mother tells
i feel like my entire life has just been a series of needing to scream in peoples faces
everything thats fucked up about them,
and fucked up about their souls
but it never happens
because no one would listen
and i'm really just wasting my fucking time
i'm always trying to understand where everyone is coming from
and how can i be more open about it,
but fuck,
after a while,
i just begin to hate and feel heavy
because i dont,
i dont,
i dont,
just,
understand
really fucking anyone.
Friday, August 31, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
i think we should still hang out
i looked for your vomit on the way home
and could not find it.
you said you were by a tree with a bench
and you bent down
over wooden-ed ground
and did it.
all over yourself.
like you had nothing left to hide.
and thats what i liked about it best,
there was nothing left to hide.
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