lockerwritings

[lockerwritings]

11/06/24

It’s no secret that I am hopeless,

No secret I’ve got endless shame.

I am someone that hopes to be guileless

With a chest bared open and stained.

Without a doubt, I’m so pathetic,

To yearn for someone curious,

For someone down and/or someone ready

Willing to take me as I was.

I’d give my heart to whoever cares

‘Cause even I cannot stand it

With its incessant and steady beating

It's a mess holding countless stares

Blood spills from every which way

Staining my raw hands

And infecting in its wake

The air slowly suffocates my heart

Held too long carelessly, aching,

But no one cares and no one dares to start

And I daren’t say anything

Loving has never come easy

To a heart that’s too busy beating

Trying to keep its own dead mind alive

Reaching for that one long-gone light

It’s no surprise I am lousy

Doomed to grasp and hang onto loose straws

For my heart does not fit my own body

Longing for a distinctive loss

[lockerwritings]

12/08/24

look for a bed of roses,

hidden just underneath the sand

unbury it with your own hands

and stain the air with your curses

worthless as it is to hurt

and bother roses that lie in peace,

it fulfills a need to feast

on something other than dirt

the pain is but a flavor

spicing up the bitter platter

it has yet to make me falter

and instead found a new thing to savor

perhaps desperation should not be answer enough

to seek something harmful and frivolous

but rationality isnt at the front of the mind

when the soil is all you eat, and it is bleak and dry