The Civil War Raging on in a Mind Addicted to Both Solitude & Companionship.
I’ve burned so many goddamn bridges.
I wonder how many more I’ll light on fire.
Some mornings I open my eyes to peach skies
& smell lilac breeze through my open window
& fall in love with every human I see-
And some mornings my chest burns,
vivid colors fade to ash;
I choke on their smiles and hellos and constant questions.
I need to escape them; so I become a Pyro
consumed with solitary madness,
burning everything connected just to feel less claustrophobic.
I’m an island again. And I’m happy. I like it. I smile.
Then I get lonely.
I cry. I scream.
I reach out for nothing in the dark with cold arms.
I labor day and night rebuilding,
until all the bridges are standing once more.
One day, no one will want to cross them, ever again.
*Image taken from artist Debbie Joplin*
*Poem property of Survival of a College Kid*
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