My mother says I need to get out more
stop confining myself in the space
of four white walls
mistaken comfort
but this is what I call safe.
My mother says I need to get out more
stop confining myself in the space
of four white walls
mistaken comfort
but this is what I call safe.
Sitting in empty
thinking how I just
want to be enough
for you, a place to call
whole.
When it is time
I will be done with
all I have
to say in this world.
All you will have of
me
is the writings I left
behind.
My bruised face will heal
but my heart is breakable
handle me with great care.
Didn’t mean to– and no this isn’t a sorry. I wasn’t trying to come off like
that, rude. I–It’s just, connecting is really hard, especially when you feel
alone. I didn’t stop trying though, maybe not hard enough. See, I use to think I
was afraid of connecting to people, now I’m just scared of them leaving. Why
wasn’t the connection strong enough to stay?
— Day Sibley
Mildew stains the trees
murky weather overcast.
Hell, along the way.
That’s what she said.
That’s what he said.
That’s what she, he, you, me, we said.
Said it to each other
Said it across long distance phone calls
and short distance pillow talks.
Said it to the mirror,
probably not often enough.
Said it to dogs in high-pitched voices,
and, in face licks and tail wags,
definitely had it returned
in ways other than words.
Said it on accident.
Said it too soon.
Said it too late.
Said it amidst arguments
that were never worth having.
Said it during love making
which was definitely worth having.
Said it to unborn children
Said it quietly over the graves of those now gone.
Said it to our parents
Said it to our parents exponentially more frequently
when we were low on cash.
Said it to the sky.
Said it to the stars.
Said it late at night
to new friends in old bars.
Said it in too many languages to count.
Said it soft,
then said it loud,
then said it louder,
and when it still wasn’t said loud enough
we created a Facebook event page
and invited everyone
so that we could all set our clocks just right
and simultaneously say it at the same time,
and after we did,
the earth grew a little quieter,
see, somehow we all collectively decided,
that anything that was ever worth saying,
had already been said.
I love you.
Push me to the edge all my friends are dead!
— Lil Uzi Vert, Xo Tour Life
Darkness
speaking shadows
losing grip
reality
shots firing in my mind.
I wish I could weave
your tears of sadness into
better days to come.
If you keep burying your feelings
deep in the ocean
the current of the tide will spit it
back out.
— Day Sibley
I’m writing a poem
about you and you might
not like it to much
I just want to be
at peace with myself and get
spirited away
I guess making hallelujahs
out of nothing won’t stop the sadness