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Talk is Cheap when the Words come Free
the cat has
pulled my tongue completely out of my head
silence
I am in awe
I get it.
it’s like trying to stop
doing drugs for good
but now everyone you know is a dope cook.
And I just ran out.
I don’t really want it,
but it dampens my mind.
feelings, emotions, worries, everything kinda
“goes away” in the meantime I have no problem stacking too much on my plate.
at the end of the day,
I return to the whipping post, and take the lashes that I’ve earned or wrongfully owe.
send there resume to my newest email
and stop sending me all this bullshit.
I’m on a date with Death and he’s running late.
at a thousand miles an hour, my eyes are wide, knuckles white, and blood boiling to get my ass in there first.
there is no 2nd place.
only 1st loser.
we refuse to give up
all that we will ever be is…#1.
when the time comes to not be that.
certain death will occur.
we are the winners.
For good again.

© Love Letters or
Suicide Notes 2024