Thursday, May 21, 2009

the mirrors my toughest critic

stich my head to my pillow
keep my dreams in one place for the night
wrapped around your words 
hid my blues in bags under my eyes
falling off ledges and into my eyelids
"it's a night full of pills and a bottle of thrills"
vein vs vain
wish my head had a snooze button
"turn me off and check back in 9"
changing moods and medicines
i'm a whirlwind
youre the weatherman
and you still won't see me coming

1 comment:

  1. I've always felt like my comments are never good enough for your writing. I don't think I've told you that before, so I'm telling you now. After reading you, I always feel like I have so much to say about it and you and everything, but I can never find a way to put it that seems nearly good enough.

    I really like this post. I feel like I can relate to it very well.