writemepoetry

writemepoetry:

fats:

you’re still fighting.
you’re still grinding your teeth.
you’re still not moving fast enough forward
but you’re still after me.
you’re still talking and talking
but you’re still in over your head
cause you still talk and talk by the gallon
but you still don’t want to burn that padded bed.
and you still open wide for salt
when it’s pouring down your wounds
and you still bow to gravity
and you’re still taking it literally
and you’re still laying down the law
but you still don’t know the truth
and you’re still not sure what’s happening here
cause you’re still not going to try
and you’re still addicted to way back when
instead of coming back to life
and I know you don’t want to hear it

cause you still can’t stand to see
and I know you still won’t drop your guard
cause I just might knock you free.
yeah, but my point forever endlessly
is you still don’t know you’re amazing,
you still don’t know you’re amazing,
you still don’t. know. you’re amazing
for the things you see

-Buddy Wakefield

you goddess.