Poetry · Writing

i am sorry, justin

i am sorry,

i could give you every excuse in the book:

four classes and work

pokemon is calling my name

toxicity leaks from veins,

yet nothing grieves me more

knowing i kept you on hold

i can say i will make it up to you,

but this stylish line only dazzles

in a mirror,

you deserve better

it’s just not in my veins

Poetry · Writing

never one

to ask for help

rather bleed on the sidewalk

then ask for aid

at the tip of the blade

they prayed

then betrayed

all digging a grave with a heavy spade

no tombstones no markings

prepared for that future;

seems further by the day

Poetry · Writing

riley

it has been awhile

but i’m here

bleeding from my wrist

but i’m here

this wasn’t always the truth

absant more times then present

just so i could give something on christmas

i know they judge me

can see it in the corner of their eyes

never blinked twice

took their eye off me

i move past ’em

never stood still long enough

to tell ’em i missed ’em

i regret that

i know they judge me

i’m sorry pops

tattoos below my elbows,

i want them to judge me

Poetry · Writing

snow globes & twizzlers

number one and nobody can fight that

just a hit away an you know it’s like that

everyone around me we beyond that

no one tell a lie no no not a rat

i’ll take it to go young g it’s a wrap,

day ones know i’ll be all the same

playin’ since day one and this is not a game

seen it once and it is fair game

when it all comes crashing down;

i’m the one to blame,

snow globes and twizzlers don’t feel the same

world still burst open,

hold me upside down i’m still floatin’

took a single hit and i’m just quotin’

she took a single hit she is just chokin’

hit the floor now we all broken

Poetry · Writing

static feelings

that for which i feel

i know to be real

can no longer peel

thee electric eel

probably shouldn’t go to deep,

i remember now

had a long fall

eggs over easy

greatest loss of all time

g-eazy;

i know i could have been a little better

stay in an wear cozy sweaters

stay in an write love letters,

that for which i feel

i know to be real

cast away myself

for there i am wilson