i hope you enjoy these "poems" because they ruined my life

How come you drank my blood if you never even liked the taste? I know you’re sick of reading the same metaphors, but it’s not my fault we’re still here. Give me new material and I’ll gladly write you something happy. I’m not good with fiction. I’m not good with words, even worse when it’s around you and everything I know crumbles. Why are you even still reading? You’re digging yourself a deeper hole, and I'll bury myself with you if you’re not careful. Trust me, if there was a positive side, I’d cling to it til the edges cut my skin like I've been doing. No more can I justify the sacrifice, not when my prayers go unanswered. I thought we were equals. My best friend, a mirror with your voice. I wish I could play any role except the villain. This was never a part of my audition, but if that’s how you write the script, I'm powerless to change your design. Shift and watch how differently the light plays off that shattered glass, but you won’t budge an inch. I’ve pushed and pulled and worn grooves into the ground where I planted my heels. Don’t you dare tell me to put my weight into it when you observe from above with a handful of cards. For the record, whispers are just as real as shouts. Lowering your voice doesn’t change what you’re saying. Fuck you, plausible deniability. I know what I heard.

7.27.24

so much for college
frankie