Why you should outlast your burns
Another poem
You smoke and remember all of the sad things that have ever happened to you
until you’re sober again
It’s a daily routine, a ritual you must entertain
Stopped calling your family, watered the plants too much
They drowned in your love and lukewarm pasta water
I guess you lost your magic touch
It takes days to respond to a simple question, you’re not sure whether to lie
You’ll tell the truth though, you always do when you’re high off
Rose petals and dried out eucalyptus and a conscious stream of luminosity
Treading water by pretending you float naturally, sink when they’re not around
Disguise your fatigue with irresistible jocosity
Plant a tree, sew up something torn, a pair of pants
Give yourself enough purpose to feel you deserve to end every day with a dance
Hot glue and a pair of pink smiling lips
You should just go home if you’re not going to strip
free of the nastiness in a passive expression
Inhale before you fall into another manic depression
Don’t make your bed, no need to fool your heart why don’t you
Just give in to falling apart
It’s too early for your potential to outlast you, for your laughter to expire
Breathe deep while you stand in the crossfire
Oven burns never stopped you from baking, what’s a little first degree
You shower in kettles of freshly made green tea
-B
PS. Thank you for being patient with me while I dig myself out of a writing rut! I have been lacking motivation to write as of recent but still want to make this a priority, without getting burnt out. I will keep publishing regularly and continue writing, as I owe that to myself and all of you. Thank you again <3