Conversations Among the Ruins

Do you remember
the part where I
didn't break?

Do you remember
the part
where I did?

Do you remember
when I walked away

or when elsewhere,
and otherwise I
held on?

Did I not paint my
nails fancy enough or
was I just too

smart?

Was my name too
simple and were

my hips

too awkward?

Do you know that I
have Two Face's coin
that I flip

like a fucking maniac
between my
knuckles and with

my thumb because
that's just the
sort of girl that I

grew into. Flip
happy. Do you
read this because you

still wonder
what it means
to understand

me?

Did
you
ever?

Who covered
your mouth for
all of those years

and why
did it make you
put your hands

all over
mine?

My lists are
funny these days
they say things like

"breathe"
"stretch"
"smile"

"pay your rent"
"brush your hair."
"remember

to understand
that you are just
as unique as you

are
exactly
the goddamn
same.

Celebrate
balance. Avoid
strobe lights

and people
that spend time
under them.

Cuddle.
Run.
Walk.

Remember
to be

worthy
of every line
of ecstatic

simple
truth.

Keep memory
simple because
all that shit is

really only what
your head makes it
anyway.

Today I'm just
fucking tired. Dude.
It's three in the morning

and I can't sleep
or pick up a paint brush.

So I'm just rambling,
in search of

some inclination
of progress but
today I guess

for now it's just
Hope.