Half bursting,half nothing, some mornings I’m somethingand others I’m not.How do I live all at oncebut feel as if I’m not moving;I’m striving, dancing, crying, beatingand this is not enough.I can’t be all of it without dulling myself down–I’m white dust scattered into mudand soon enough they’ll seeI’m no more than this.I don’t know how to be when …
Longing for before
the smile that rounded her face and crinkled her eyes, she hated being photographed laughingas the lines under her chin showed,but now these digitised pasts are all that she has to remember the feeling of it. not that it’s possible to miss yourself, and if it were what would it feel like? nostalgic, regret, heartache, fraying? not thatit’s plausible, or understandable, to want …
The changes you bring
He never used to raise his voice, but now that you’re around he shoutswould have thought after all our battles at sea with you, that I’d come to know it wasn’t me he was angry with, but you.But I don’t. I stand there, fingers dripping excess anxiety to the floorboardswith his voice echoing off the walls …
the OCD life 