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

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The future gets no say in who we are. by 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

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces. by Buddy Wakefield

Stop inviting walls into wide open spaces.

Buddy Wakefield

inviting wall space

The truth is that this universe is gassy and unpredictable. by Buddy Wakefield

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 by Buddy Wakefield

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

A trajectory of misery – at this point – seems intentional. by Buddy Wakefield

A trajectory of misery – at this point – seems intentional.

Buddy Wakefield

landscape cute needs

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. by Buddy Wakefield

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. by Buddy Wakefield

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 gott... by Buddy Wakefield

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... by Buddy Wakefield

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. by Buddy Wakefield

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. by Buddy Wakefield

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... by Buddy Wakefield

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

Buddy Wakefield

valleys echoes sound