02.26.19 (nerve)

I don’t physically write much anymore
It used to feel like this grand physical
Expulsion of demons plaguing me
Or of feelings too great to bear alone
The past two years I fear I’ve lost that
Acuteness
That sense of feeling that allowed the
Feelings to permeate
And escape through my fingertips.
As if the nerves in my body have become
Irreparably damaged
And I cannot even feel that which 
I would like to be rid of,
And the fear of wholesale cleansing
Means losing the feelings I cherish as well. 
It’s an irrational fear, sure, 
But the lack of feeling, the lack of present,
Those are real, 
And I’m unsure I’ll ever regain that feeling
Completely.

02.21.19 (phosphene)

Kept your picture on my wall
Didn’t look much at all
It stayed there far too long 
You wouldn’t care what’s wrong

Spending hours frenzied and frantic
Always strung out, hopeless and manic
Every night you haunt my dreams 
Every night I’m clenching my teeth

Wake up alone 
This house is not a home
There is no reprieve 
I hope you never leave

Dreams and desires can be torture
A lifetime spent regretting no closure
Forever is a four letter word
I don’t think I can say it the same again

Feel time peel it all away
I worry I’ll forget your voice 
Or that the memories 
Will all fade away

Spending hours frenzied and frantic
Always strung out and manic
Every night you haunt my dreams
And every night I’m clenching my teeth

Wake up alone 
This house is not a home
There is no reprieve 
I hope you never leave

Try to steal your gaze from afar
But even the smallest words feel forced
So many years are gone
I hope it’s not over