tightness in my chest
my lips feel numb
my left arm is tingling
dizzy
sweating
can’t catch my breath
am i live writing a poem about having a heart attack
or is this stress induced
barely slept
kept waking
acid reflux all night long
i just want to lay down and sleep but another nine hours in this warehouse
if i don’t drop dead of a panic attack
or blow a gasket from stress
don’t let me die in a port a potty
though it would be fitting
just another piece of shit floating
if i die tell her that i loved her
hopefully she’ll know who she is
and my kids to stay strong
and my exes i miss them
and my almosts it was close
but mostly
i love you
for reading my stuff and pretending to like it
first thing i’m doing when i get to hell is french kissing the devil
letting him know he’s my bitch
i’ve got plans
renovations in mind
i’m gonna nap
here on the grate
try not to die
just wish i would
❤️
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And that’s why it’s best, in my mind, to tell people how you feel. Without waiting and without apology. The whole cliche, any moment could be your last, thing.
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