(No) Happy Endings

They follow me

Shadowing my existence in hope

That I will, one day

Let them swallow me whole

With a starving hunger.

How can you murder consciousness?

How can I rip this painful, soul destroying nuisance from my being?

I don’t think happy endings exist,

It’s all a lie.


I fell too hard

I get more comfort from the bottle than I do from him and maybe it’s enough for most but I need more

I need more than the random texts, more than the odd day out, the special attention he only seems to give me when we’re both drunk

God, how did I let myself care so much? Being with him fucks with my head but I still can’t fathom the idea of being without him

I think I fell too hard.


Follow the motion my lips makes

As they fold out honest words

Into the universe for you to hear

And only you.

They’re not sweet like honey

But from them,

You have seen my bare nakedness

In ways very few have seen of me.

Every painful secret I have hid away for years

And years.

Perfectly preserved and saved to recite off

When the time became right,

When the person became right.

Little White Dust

Little white dust

Splashed across the kitchen table

Lying in plain sight for all to see

An exciting invitation.


But the mind, it can play tricks

You went down that road before

We can all see where this story will go.


This invitation will become an extended stay

Excitement quickly goes

(It’ll leave you with pain).

You know better than us all,

White dust doesn’t seem so little once you’re hooked.




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Train Tracks

It runs deep into my veins

Running like train tracks throughout my body

Destined to hit my heart like a tornado in full force.


You’ve been absorbing my thoughts

These barriers built into my arteries

They’re slowly being smashed down and torn apart.


Promise me this train will run smoothly.




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