Don’t think I wouldn’t bleach my bones
if fate handed me the bottle.
How am I supposed to tell you that
while you’re chasing dreams in Nashville
and he’s searching for happiness
at the bottom of the ocean,
I’ll be lying on the bathroom floor
counting one, two, three
and praying you don’t forget
how much you used to like my company?
Better to feel the bite of cold worrying my skin
than the panic that frays my edges
and tries to break me every single day.
I’ve had daydreams of the easy way out
and nightmares of eternity,
that’s why survival is a victory and
breathing is the only way to heal.
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Powerful. Great poem and intro lines.
Better to feel the bite of cold worrying my skin
than the panic that frays my edges
and tries to break me every single day.
I’ve had daydreams of the easy way out
and nightmares of eternity,
that’s why survival is a victory and
breathing is the only way to heal. – that part really resonated, real writing.
That means a lot. Thank you very much.
I agree. This is a powerful, gripping and hauntingly beautiful poem – they all resonate, but then that’s the power of your work. I loved the flow if it, and the imagery it conveys 🙂
Thank you so much, Mel 🙂
This was very powerful Callum.