november fifth eleven fifty three pm

slayhil
slayhil
Nov 6 · 1 min read

being happy is scary
deepening into the pit of my stomach
why is this a fight
why are we so used to the war
being happy is scary
its so much easier when were holding hands
when we lock eyes;
this is the type of fear i could get used to
flip a coin, roll the dice,
all my bets are on you
but please, please, please
don’t make me feel too good
who knows how i’ll fall apart when you go
my brain screams and fires for self sabotage
and redirection
a familiar pathway
already been down that road
it’s a shame to admit, but you know its true…
how much of past love,
past hurt,
past pain…
i poured, redirected, into you
in other circumstances it’s fair
in my hands its too fast, too heavy, it’s always a hard pour

i’m so sorry

i’ve been so used to drowning

i didn’t realize you knew

slayhil

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slayhil

twenty something human in the world of laboratory science, UCD grad, kinda model, wannabe writer.