Late Night Dance

It’s 2 in the morning. I’m tossing and turning, but no position can get me to sleep. I have the urge to write, so here I am writing. I got a bad case of something. I’ve sobered up and my mind is spinning. My words feel blank, as if any word I type is mad. I’m dancing with the feeling, trying to figure it out. My brain is blank, and my eyes feel sad as if they’re trying to turn on a faucet. All the words I’m saying now feels weird. All I can say is I understand, but forever I will love you as a friend. I wish I said more than the words “I understand” but I was still processing my thought. You’re a memory I’ll still hold onto. If you end up reading this, I am okay with sharing my writings with ya. I don’t wanna lose ya in any way.

I pray to keep my feelings in line. Im a hot mess atm.

The Zombie Who Ate My Heart

For once I don’t want the cards to be right, as I’m shoving every emotion down my throat. My heart is telling me one thing, but my mind knows the truth. For now I will avoid the feeling, and drive far away from it. I hate how I feel my emotions so deep. Thoughts run through my mind, but I’m running away from them. I don’t want to think nor do I want to feel, I just wanna be okay. But in this world I don’t think being okay is an option. All I can do is write, and put my feelings into actions. (As if anyone will understand them.) My stomach is twisting and my throat feels something coming up. Why must you be buried deep into my bones and why must you be that cavity in my brain. You’re the zombie that ate my heart in this apocalypse. (And that isn’t bad) I swear it’s either bad luck, or no luck at all.