I must admit, this little bit
I see only objects, Fixing it, a project
I look objects in the eye, I don’t feel a thing when objects cry
I’m frozen when they’re exposed, and
don’t know why
An ample example,
Well,
I knew a tall object with red hair
We met in hell, I sold him sin, I stole from him, then I left him there
I loved an object, still in denial I’ve lost it, gave me a goat head necklace, while I acted pig head reckless
It fell off one day in a freezer
Picked it up, and I crossed an ocean to see her
Then I just did drugs, didn’t speak of love, but of how god shrugs, and simply floated away, with the slightest shove
Words I wanted to say, never made it from heart to brain, Eroded road, since the start of sensing rain
I kept wearing my necklace, kept acting reckless, met another object, and it fell off while I pleased her
At least I think it did, can’t feel other objects since a kid
Struggles I thought I hid,
Muffles when I want to bid,
You can’t buy people, only objects
see the peephole, into my thoughts yet
I was raised by objects, they argued and I heard lots said
I tried to help at first, then learned the art of internal outburst, hot head
Eternal war, no friends, only enemies I’ve not fought yet
I’m either too proud or a rain cloud, and I only see objects
can admit it, so maybe not totally lost yet
Cannot force it only fix it,
put all my love in a pipe and lit it
love on paper, bit it
love as powders, made the voices louder
love as a yellow pill, blue still
love as a blue pill, found myself in Hooverville
found love as an orange dot, forgot a lot
found love as purple syrup, dragged along, shoe in the stirrup
Found love as a gas, laughing as love passed
fell in love with all the danger, in the mirror, stranger
Found purpose, the only drug i miss, her kiss
I feel you know me because I feel the same way you felt when writing this poem
A powerful blessing, not to suffer alone. we are of a soul tribe, dear sister.
This dissociation could be the result of trauma? Thank you for sharing this revealing post.
thanks for reading, all wounds may be healed within the light of the divine, if only we may let them be tended to.