I put on a bandaid,

knowing it won’t be enough

to stop the bleeding.

But I tell myself

it’s only temporary.

It just has to last long enough

for me to find something better.

Surely there’s some glaze somewhere

at the back of the cabinet,

just waiting for me to find it.

Except, I forget to keep looking

for something more durable

until I realize the bandaid is gone.

So I put on another one.

and another one.

and another one.

And now the box is empty.

What do I do now?

Tip of the Iceberg

When I say something is wrong,

It’s hard for me to express

Just how deep this goes down.

When I talk to you,

All you get is the superficial,

Just the tip of the iceberg.

These little issues seem simple,

Like they can be solved

And that I can be saved.

But believe me,

It takes more to sink my ship

Than the tip of an iceberg.

There’s a whole monster

Waiting beneath the surface

To be my demise

And I can’t tell you about it.

You only get to see

The small tip of the iceberg.