do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing
I have quick lipped
sorries in my back pockets,
I still never coped with anger.
There is a handful
of diet pills that could easily
silence the pulse of stronger women
and I threw them out.
I don’t need the possibility of death
I no longer pull blood
from the side of the easy way out.
There will never be a perfect balance,
always too much
always too little
but there are scars
not fresh wounds.
There is nothing simple about this.
There never was.