Depression is a bully. However, I like to see it as a bull. Imagine you are standing behind a wall that only comes as high as your ribcage. You are enjoying life behind your short wall, waving to all of the people passing through with a smile. Then one day a bull comes from across the wall and pins you to another wall behind you. His horns dig into your sides and the pain is nearly unbearable. You struggle against him only to increase the intensity of the pain. He snarls and tells you “alert anyone over the wall that I am here and that you are in pain and I will take them too”. So, out of fear for your friends and family who pass
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sunshine shaking
morse code upon collarbones and
sun-bleached smiles. she
wasn't ready. she wasn't ready.
he had open arms like
the song about the london bridge;
chlorine baptized him a new
man. innocent, innocent,
what did you see
when you kissed her? the
pearls upon the waves, the
silence upon the shore. was it
quiet enough to hear
the break? thunderous blue, the
chasms of her eyes.
I was
i.
dear sunshine,
you are my bruises. welts
along my wrists, fingertips
dancing on my neck. bluebird,
you were a midnight mistake
leaking over the next morning.
you wept and all
the world called you beautiful;
we kissed the naked silence between your bones,
we watched you drown yourself in vodka and not-so-
secrets, and we brought you back to life;
we held you as you quaked
like a tragedy in its first bloom.
I called you beautiful,
and you used all of me
[I am as naked as the breeze, as
useless as a songbird without
a note. I am as hungry
the tide and as lonely
as the moon who calls
upon it; starlight,
you took all of me,
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