escapism

real life, 

he stings. 

he gets under my skin and tells me I'm worth nothing, says I'm his damsel in distress that he'll never save.

he strips me of a skeleton and replaces it with stone to weigh me down with every step.

he makes sure that I consider causing ungodly pain upon myself.

he makes sure that my heart aches for souls that burn my hands while they kiss my neck.

he fills my heart with lifelessness, gloom, and anxiety. 

escapism, 

she lures me in the mornings, causing my eyes to droop into one more dream.

she promises me that if I avoid reality, everything will be euphoric.

she promises I'll be happier.

she speaks so softly when she says that my mind is so much more beautiful in her world, and always will be.

she reaches for my palms and places a temporary sense of ease, security, and love into them.

and I swear to god she wins every time she breathes into my very existence.

Reviews

[Jackin Praxis]

Deeply relate to this poem at this moment in my life. So much easier to escape reality than to take action and change it.