to all of you who recognize themselves in my work:
i'm not a hack. i don't write to please you. there's this one rule here:
if you have had even the slightest influence on my life,
i. will. write. about. you.
deal with it.
happy reading!

четвъртък, 17 септември 2015 г.

(i want to be a) trespasser

i converse around this thought
like there's an open wound in my mouth
and i'm trying to chew around it 

like i'm a kid again living 
door to door with the haunted house
being dared to step on the front porch
to touch the screen door and step in the hallway 
but all i manage to do is 
ring the bell and run back

i don't know if you know 
how hard is to keep myself 
on this side of the wall --
paper thin and beaming red
dressed all in black because i remember
that one time.

'what's in your phone that you're smiling about'
'come on, show me'
'it's nothing, it doesn't matter' 

'stop texting and come help your grandmother'
'sure, just a second'

'had i let this happen,
it would've been hopeless'
'i'm not surprised'

they call it character development,
you know,
when you change your mind 
about so many things
but i've been running in circles
for two years now,

one thing i did get --
when you write about something 
before it's over
the words will draw the line
and you'll stay on your side of the wall
no matter what

i want this too badly
to let myself do it.
so i'm writing. 

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