Unclogged

There is something to be said for the deep seeded anger I carry for those who hurt my loved ones.

Walking the emotional tightrope. When I can keep my balance, Im flying high. When I can’t… Im plummeting.

Sex is great but have you ever done menial tasks to a banger playlist?

Nobody hyper-fixates like a dad watching the same five action movies on repeat.

Can the unknown numbers who keep phoning me please accept that, even though I am an adult, I am just little and I don’t talk to strangers.

Send help! The toaster ran away!

Why don’t you wanna be yourself, he clearly has no problem doing that

I threw you this rope to pull you out of the trench and you still chose to hang yourself with it??

When I hold my dog, my loved ones too but mostly my dog, I envision the love I have inside me as a physical thing and push it out and into her. To keep her warm and protect her.

Show me something stronger than a waiters clearing tray.

Memory so bad that I forget the image I was looking at between seeing it and pinning it to a board.

Sometimes it’s just you and your china mall slippers against the world.

Torn between wanting to lore drop and wanting to move on. Apparently I can’t have both.