I just want to do one fucking thing right by you.
My allergies are worse this year than they’ve ever been. 😷😔
Get your shit together.
Did you really fucking think
you could throw yourself around like that
and avoid all the fallout?
Shut your mouth, open your eyes.
You know how this story ends, every time,
with you beating bruises into these jailbreak ribs.
Don’t you dare fall for the way eucalyptus
shrugs itself off his shoulder blades
and tumbles through your sternum.
This is not love.
Learn your place.
Go fuck yourself.
I want no part in this mess you make,
I refuse to mop up after,
keep telling this body to stay happy while you,
you yammering little bird, trip over yourself for a boy
who does not even remember your name.
Forget, forget, forget:
you don’t need this lie again,
I’m done with your shit.
I should’ve gotten rid of you years ago,
pulled you up through the throat,
left you to rot on the kitchen floor while the poetry burned.
This isn’t just a friendly suggestion: quit your bitching.
You keep your ventricles spread wide open, you slut,
throw yourself at every beautiful person
with hands like piano keys. Haven’t we learned
that you’re stronger alone?
As if a girl with a whore for a heart can get what she wants.
My heart says to my head:
I just loved his eyes, that was all.
My head says to my heart:
But it’s time to come home.
Conversations Between My Heart and Head | d.a.s
NaPoWriMo day 16: heart(via backshelfpoet)
i need like 8 shots of tequila, a large quantity of cash, and a few orgasms