If anyone steals this poem, I'll beat the shit out of you.

[pope_gets_funky]

We want something scrapbook material
who will wait long enough for that?
impatience is a whore waiting to be bought
depression sticks in my lungs
and even I want to be lost in the dark spaces
between
doors
When I can stop spinning
spinning
You’ve got me down
with bruises on my knees
Just hear me plead
”Look up and be blinded by what you can’t see,
Please”
I never said you were flawless
But this is perfection to a small girl like me
and God,
you have the most surprising eyes,
So swim out with me to sea
I just need your beauty to survive,
But before we reach the water
I’ll remember there is too much dust in oxygen
for me to breath
stop.
and I’ll be here on the edge waiting
for things to fall apart
Stand tall and proud
With my head towards the ground
I can crumble like eggshells
But you’ll never see hope
falling
from the corners of my eyes
so I just wanted to let you know
that the tears are drowning me inside

-C. Wright