Going off medication is like riding a bike.
The doctor holds tight to my handlebars and lowers my dosage. The training wheels are off, and oh hey, look at me go! It's like flying but not, and I'm doing so well but then there's a horrible accident and I'm somehow upside down at the bottom of the sea with both wheels still spinning.
"Help," I say, and my doctor pats my head, puts a band-aid on my knee, and writes a note on my chart.
I've balanced by myself for months at a time, but I always end up hitting a fucking tree or falling off a cliff or something equally catastrophic because I am a catastrophic person. Except that is an exaggeration
Sitting up in bed tonight, in clothes of cotton.
My clothes.
White cotton, so quickly waterlogged, so slow to dry.
They will bear the scent and taste of wine forever
on their shoulders, these clothes of mine.
Cotton of the many seeds,
the child taken so painfully from its mother’s side.
Dripping like a cut tomato
are my clothes. In red I am soaked wet.
White cotton, grown in black dirt.
Do you remember if you’ve eaten,
the internalization of my counselor asks me?
Yes, I have eaten. What fuels my body
is lodged in the throat of my soul.
I choke upon the name Chiquita as my counselor reminds me
you shall not eat blood.
I choke upon
I'm locked in a box with the worst person i've ever met.
Why must i always wake? Why stretches time ever onward? This story is over- our hero lies dead. When will the credits be rolled? When may i leave the theatre? How long must I watch this corpse decay, as the camera sits unmoving, and the stage lights hang unlit, after the cast and crew have gone? This story is over, and has been now for three times its length. When may i rise from my seat? Why runs time onward; and whence runneth it?
I am Tristram, i will never see my Isolde again. I am Tristram, I am sorrow.
Split yourself apart and spill into another's heart
And be destroyed by love and find the most magnificent joy
And spill your colors into mine and be alive and in
The best part of this wonderful life.
Open up your eyes and see a new day, and we get to share it.
This is what you've waited for forever, your
Past and future are so jealous,
This is what you need to be.
Feel the sun pour through your window,
Warm you as it rests as i do
Tie your hands together
By your fetters from your slavery be freed.
I want some advice
You don't seem so nice
Can't you see
All my agony
The pain you fucking caused
You changed
Where'd you go
When I needed you so
Seems like forever since you've been gone
I feel like a pawn
On a chess board
waiting for someone to move my piece
I got these cuts that won't heal
Like how you made me feel
I'm a fuck up right
That's what you told me
the day I died.