Failed Poetry Attempt: Another tribute to the person who will never read this
A messy, unfinished, clunky assemblage of leftover lines and poems I didn't quite know how to make any sense of. Strung together and put to use alongside new, thoughtlessly written regurgitations. It's all the same shit, it's all the same emotions, feelings, messages, whatever. I'm tired and had to get this out like a dead tooth lodged in my infected gums. It doesn't feel any better after the fact, but at least it's all gone. Reopened Our dull October sun Festered, hatched And miscarried Out from my abandoned pile of bones Still nestled in your smoldering lap. It tore through the horizon like an infection Moonbeams vomit into my dreaming Every night I can see the end And its painted porcelain crack My face splits open A breathless tired scream My carved-up limbs tucked away Carefully folded in every corner of your forgotten room. But where are you now? I can’t see myself Without your destructive little mind. Your last caress sang to me, I’ve lost i