How do you explain sitting in class perfectly fine and then next wanting to kick the professor in the face and his vodka loving self.
How do you explain getting home to your bed finally, but being hesitant at first because sleep is something I love, but it’s also a distraction I tend to use to avoid the world.
Earphones stuck in my ears 24/7 because I rather hear Ed Sheeran, than the screams in the house for the nth time.
It’s ironic that most of my songs consist of people wanting someone to save them or telling themselves to save their self, and I’m not sure I will ever do either.
There’s a reason I pretend I didn’t hear you, because sometimes when I have my headphones in, no music is playing. They are a universal sign of I can’t hear you or don’t talk to me.
Don’t bring me down simply because you can’t live with the decisions that YOU made in your life. The decisions that caused me to stray away from you and your foolishness.
New year new me right? But apparently new year meant no more you.
Yes I miss you, I miss everything that happened and things that were suppose to be happen.
But that’s a natural instinct, to miss things that made you happy, things that made things okay for a little while, but inhaling and indulging in your toxicity was not one of them.
I’ve spent more time in my bedroom than I ever have lately and that’s why my mindset has not been the same since.
It’s not that I’m just lazy, or that I am just tired. It’s because I am, but you made me that way. The whole year was just a build up of what was coming to my life. I won’t sit here and just blame you for it because life doesn’t work like that, but you were a big portion of the problem.
Backstabbing me and being straight up fake to my face. This is was all just a façade and you played your role so well, but not quite good enough to keep getting paid for it.
These things are constantly on my mind, and if I don’t talk about it who will? I have 4 months left in this country, and 4 months to figure shit out, this was one of my off the “rail poems” if you will.
This is the way I’ve been writing things lately, but I’ll be back writing passages you could only dream of.
About the Creator
The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson6 days ago in Fiction
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