Fingerpress folds of pain
Along the spine,
And a flare of agony
As she activates pituitary.
Ovaries are dull-achy
A pleasant, grit-teethy pain.

Keep on with your caterpillar walk, pretty lady,
Making me wince, but in a really good way.

Big toe bruisy feel,
Crunchy in the heel,
Colon is swollen,
Adrenals, as always,
Chronically inflamed.

The right foot
is happier than the left,
Why is that?
I don't discriminate
But leftie sulks, for some reason,
Hurtier than sprightly right.

Afterwards, drink lots of water,
Have a good cry, and go to bed.
Renew yourself, through sleep,
Just like she said.

1.
I wish I could have a walkthrough for life, so I can always get the ‘happy ending’ I’ve dreamed of, what I’ve been craving since the first time the prince and princess laid eyes on each other as they sang the a song the other knew the words to.
2.
There was a word I felt for you. Whether it was love, I’ll never know. I’m still nervous to cross the bridge you burnt down: using makeshift planks of “I’m sorry’s” and “take care’s” I’ve started to rebuild it, but I’m afraid that when I reach the other side, or half way, that you’ll be there to burn again.
3.
When a boy pulls me close, I want to pull away and retreat to a familiar, digital world where imperfections and anxiety can be hidden through words and emoticons; where I can pretend to be beautiful and confident
4.
People say not to romanticize sadness, but I do it all the same. I guess I’m a bit of a sadist for loving someone’s sadness but I want to be there to hold you close and kiss the tears away from your cheek, whispering: “it’s going to be alright”, like a mantra until you fall asleep
5.
There was a word I felt for you. Whether it was love, I’ll never know.

Always different but somehow not new
That's the only way I can frame this walkthrough,
The day to day I walk through
To look through these eyes is not something I'd wish on any of you
At best it's glitchy level design, I can't get a map I don't fall through
Worst, this is all predestined,
like wrestlin',
Every blow right on queue
A nonconsensual change of view
Not only but mostly due to the view of what relentlessly plays out in the minds eye,
A prisonesque venue
I didn't use faulty glue to put this mess together,
Who would choose this to turn into?
Nobody buddy,
Bad seeds planted in toxic soil is why this shiit you see here grew
This isn't the standard "good plan gone askew"
This miniscule piece of timeline was doomed from debut
In every story there's never enough time to repair before I will predictively have to leave you
At least according to the solo read through
Please forgive me for I loved you the only way I knew how too
My "how-to" example did more damage than I could undo
This is already more than anybody expected me to amount to
These aren't woven excuses, this is off the cuff, from the heart impromptu
I just want you to be the one who doesn't see me like they do
I know that's a lot of me to ask of you

©2024

Open up you say
Sure,
I'd love too
If even just for a little something new
A simple change of view
Although to keep this bit of honesty true,
I should tell you,
I don't necessarily care for this solo walkthrough
I'm a little tired of the empty echo in this venue
But,
Allowing someone in isn't worth another self worth issue
See,
One can be a lonely number, but so can two

©2024

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