#poemsfromquarantine

[poemsnotpromises]

Where have I gone?

I live in fear again.

The knowing is worse

than not knowing

but being miserable

anyway,

like the poet

who scowls

when she should be

happy, like the way

you grind me to dust

as soon as I get

complacent

about your love

when everything in me

is screaming

this is wrong.

---

The real threat

is much more

insidious,

invisible, yet

could take me out

at any time. Yes,

I live in fear again

but I don't know

what for.

---

Yes I've had some

problems, exposure

through film negatives,

the way you used to

turn all negatives

to positives

with just a hunch.

---

I don't want to fall asleep

and never wake.

I wish I had

more pills to take.

---

I am tired.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Muted.

I've wanted to

reply so many times

I feel fucking seasick,

a head full

of swirling,

dizzying water,

a murky brown

in my lungs

and stomach,

my legs

the swaying boat

I cant dock.

---

I am worried.

This time last year

I was finally

getting somewhere,

going outside mostly

sober, clear eyed,

pure.

---

Now all I know

are these four walls

and god dammit

it's good

I built a roof.

---

My stomach turns.

I hold my fire.

Sometimes it's better

to be a realist

than an optimist

but at this point

it's even better

just to be.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Haunt.

I've wasted so much

time holding space

for ghosts

who get caught

lying beside me

that I barely know

who I am

---

now that this world

is so different,

more insidious

yet less terrifying

knowing doom

(and therefore the end)

is certain

no matter the

outcome.

---

I am tired.

Everyone has a price,

a haunt,

skeletons in their

closet, secrets

they cant outrun,

a bone to pick.

---

Some are just

more obvious

as they drag

their secrets

and bones

to the finish line,

always placing

---

first. Others,

like me,

will always be

dead fucking last,

even in death.

---

But once, in life,

you were mine.

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[poemsnotpromises]

4 PM on New Year's Eve.

I used to feel

like an outsider

looking in,

surrounded by

people

I didn't belong

with, didn't

know, didn't want

to know. Now

---

I'm on the inside

looking out

dreaming of

a different time,

a better time,

scared of

strangers,

a meek little

housewife

terrified of disease

despite being

riddled with them.

---

"I dont belong

anywhere,"

I say to the ache

in my bones

and the memories

I carry around

tucked away

inside my heart

that I refuse to

unfold.

---

How did I become this?

I glance at the clock.

Only eight more hours

to go.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Neurons.

When I say

I'm angry with God

I mean I was told

He'd promised me

the world and

like every other sucker

I believed it

hook, line, and

sinker.

---

Time hasn't been good

to me or my body,

these soft rolls and

tiny crows feet

should be markers

of a life well lived,

not a life stuck

inside.

---

To be fair,

I have always

been stuck

inside, in one way

or another.

---

It isn't fair

to have to worry

about short circuiting

from the moment

I wake until I dream

every single day.

---

If you know,

you know. And

you don't.

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[poemsnotpromises]

It's not a lie if it's a secret.

I've grown tired

of being worn

so thin trying to

accommodate

every shitty

excuse

you can dream

up and spit

out like it's

fucking

nothing.

---

But it's not

fucking

nothing.

---

It is everything,

every single

hope and dream

I've had for years,

every inhale,

every exhale,

every single

god damn lie

I've ever pretend

to believe in.

---

I don't deserve better

and neither do you.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Some kind of resolution.

Another month,

another year,

another chance

to get it right

this time and

mean it,

to stop letting

you down,

way down

at the bottom

by my side.

---

We can be

happy here,

sitting on this

rock, no longer

stuck but

holding each other

in place, close.

Together.

---

If this year has

taught me anything

it is how desperate

I am to live.

---

I dont want to be

a ghost of myself

anymore. I want to

dream, to do,

to become.

---

I'd do anything

to stand

hand in hand

forever. I just

dont want you

to want anyone

else's too.

No one else

would offer this.

---

I smile,

averting my eyes.

I will do anything.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Red sky mournings.

These cardboard

windows, broken

skylights, and shaky

ceiling fans

remind me

of the last time

you thought

you had control.

These halls

are always cold

now that you've

blocked out

the sun.

---

It seems

important

to note that

I've always preferred

the darkness.

---

My speech is

slurred. I walk

with a limp.

Everything is fine

and as its

supposed to be.

---

Everything

but you.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Pandemic Blues.

I'm not going to lie

(for once) but

things seem pretty

fucking bleak

even when I look

directly into

your eyes or

into the sun.

---

Somehow

I always knew

I'd have no future.

I always knew

I was just wasting

time.

---

Let's make

a better one

together or

not have one

at all.

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[poemsnotpromises]

As you were.

The end of the world

is the perfect time

to reassess and

assemble, either

yourself, in protest,

or fucking

both.

---

For instance,

I've already been

gone for two days

and I havent even

left yet.

There are so many

ways to leave

without batting

my eyes this time.

---

This time, there will be

justice. Just you wait.

Just you.

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[poemsnotpromises]

There won't be a next girl.

I want to give

away my feelings,

hand them off

to the next girl,

save myself,

somehow

forget

what is and

what isnt.

---

You see,

this has been

building up a

while, I've felt it

in the air, on the tip

of my tongue for

years- twelve

to be precise.

---

Please, at least

take note-

I only wanted you

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[poemsnotpromises]

Ashen.

As ash falls like snow

around me

it barely registers

at this point

that I'm watching

my home burn.

This is because

there's nothing

good left

that can happen-

all the t's are

crossed, the i's

all dotted,

the incisions

sewn shut.

---

The end seemed set

in motion long before

I was born and became

a hurricane, ended up

a snow flurry

of bad decisions,

decided to stop

trying.

---

There are no

west coast

hurricanes but me.

It doesnt snow

in California.

We just burn

and burn

and burn.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Once more into the fire.

Here we go again,

a slew of apologies

based in someone

else's facts and

your own fiction

while I lie

prone

beneath you,

barely conscious,

dreaming awake.

---

Look,

I was always

nervous and afraid

of everything.

I just have a reason

now.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Smiley.

"I know your heart,"

I think, smiling

as I fade in and out

of consciousness

questioning

whether this is

a safety issue

or a sexy

one. Yes,

so it goes-

this could be it.

Yes, this could be

a real problem.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Fall.

Hello there September,

where the sun still shines

somewhere beneath

the smoke and

somewhere beneath that,

I have found, well,

I still can carry

quite the torch

even now,

in a time of some such

immeasurable

highs and lows.

---

Was March

fifteen years ago

or is it just me?

---

And that is how

you know you will never

find what you need

in me or in this

land and vice

versa.

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[poemsnotpromises]

Prowl.

The days go by

in a blink,

one by one

blending into the

landscape

like the blur

from the window

of a car as a

child.

---

Much like in

childhood

my sense of fear

is palpable,

wondering when

I'll take my last

and if it'll hurt

much.

---

Come taste my anxiety.

Lick the tears

from my cheeks,

growl a low one.

Be the wolf,

I'll be the carion.

---

It's the end anyway

and I will laugh

in death's face

whether I do this

now or later,

afraid or not,

no matter when

we roll on by.

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