the sandman

that blood test made me laugh

because she thought that’s what it was

i guess the mold exposure left my system

or maybe the white lighter ran out of fuel

i’ve never done much

except sit in your second hand cigarette smoke

and i’m trying to calm you down

but every time i breathe

i always seem to choke

// @theundercoverhippie

it hurts to deny. it kills to pretend.

i’ll always be small

a stick of gum on the sidewalk at most

caught on the bottom of your shoe

i’ll always be too much

trying to fit pieces that don’t get to understand

what it means to love another

i’ll always be a naive

growing to connect ideas

ones that kill and eat into the domestic mind

and i’m sorry i’ll always be this way

i’m sorry i waste so much time

// @theundercoverhippie

love or validation

a pit in her stomach

bare of necessity

craving potential love

but never indulging in a fantasy

finger tips dance upon her cheek

and eyelashes slowly flutter up

crooked smiles full of teeth

mind of beauty, skin weak

consuming what she wants

a vitamin difficult to touch

because it only means giving into

the bickering admiration of cupid’s taunts

//@theundercoverhippie

tomorrow’s just a trap

i’m growing colder

much like the touch of the air

more distant than usual

and i can’t get this sadness to leave my throat.

but i’m sleeping so soundly

speaking so smooth

and suddenly i’m ‘alright’

simply because they told me to.

goodnight 🌙 - @theundercoverhippie

petrified of the probability

i weigh the amount of stones i carry

so many different directions upon my narrow shoulders

i stare at the universe meekly

one singular tear sweating down my redden cheeks

how do i partake in identity if there are already so many of me

and in moments i sink into the weeds and bugs

because i might as well be nimble grass;

outgrown for its molded catastrophe

— A.N. // @theundercoverhippie

good nite.

a hole in my head

wish i could close my eyes

but i can’t go to bed

and mom begins to wonder why

swelling amongst my skin

burning to dig in

until you squeeze your palms so hard

that marks of your sadness come to the surface

i fall asleep at sunrise

and no one really knows why

they just hold the thought for only a second

because sleeping meant, they’d never hear me

cry.

—A.N // @theundercoverhippie

don’t fall

our roots // @theundercoverhippie