Poems from teenage_paradoxical
I wish I could talk to you.
Respond to all the gunshots you fired at me.
Explain the constellation of pockmarks crowning my mind.
But I am...
The anchor stays in place
In this big blue expanse of life.
Autopilot: on.
The captain rests in her ship,
Not afraid
Not anticipating...
I’m still alive, but Im barely breathing.
These lyrics could not have hit home as much as it did.
I am a sponge, an urn, a plastic bottle...