A trajectory of misery – at this point – seems intentional. Buddy Wakefield More Quotes by Buddy Wakefield More Quotes From Buddy Wakefield The future gets no say in who we are. Buddy Wakefield future fate destiny Pretend – inside your skin – you've got a friend, who's willing to give you everything you ever wanted in exchange for all you've ever been. Buddy Wakefield skins wanted giving I should have told You before talking in terms of Forever that any given day wears me out and works me sour, that there are nights when the sky is so clear I stand obnoxious underneath it begging for the stars to shoot at me just so I can feel at Home. Buddy Wakefield stars home night Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces. Buddy Wakefield inviting wall space The truth is that this universe is gassy and unpredictable. Buddy Wakefield bangs receiving answers What paper planes and empty seats most have in common Buddy Wakefield paper common children Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival. Buddy Wakefield survival I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them. Buddy Wakefield ready cells brain If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself. Buddy Wakefield mediocrity return purpose Hearts don't break, y'all. They bruise and get better. Buddy Wakefield bruises get-better heart You are the home I point to that lives in my chest. Buddy Wakefield chests home The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do. Buddy Wakefield pain sky night You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen. Buddy Wakefield mom dog laughing I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better. Buddy Wakefield shelves shoes one-day If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now. Buddy Wakefield this-life ifs Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did. Buddy Wakefield make-love-to-me making-love like-you You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from. Buddy Wakefield patchwork pieces bird Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything. Buddy Wakefield I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed. Buddy Wakefield my-own steps way Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself. Buddy Wakefield valleys echoes sound
