I wish there were more secrets
fermenting in my bedroom,
so I would have pieces of myself
left to feel good about forgetting.
There is no clutter here to benefit
this post spring cleaning.
All I am left with is a heap of
misplaced disappointment,
other people’s socks
and all kinds of things worth
replacing or hiding.
It is time to own a set of
lungs
I have been depending on
yours
for so long
that they are leaking
but don’t worry
I have a stockpile of all the
breath
I was saving for you
over the years
and now that I’m sure
I don’t need it
I think I’ll make it last
til I get to altitude
where the thick air
fills me up with purpose
and there will be no need
for secrets
aged for flavor
spiced with apathy
and spiked with hatred
I can’t wait to forget
this mess you lovingly
made me.
(Source: tospellmyselfout)
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