i want to describe what’s going on
in my mind, but i can only think of metaphors
and similes that all fall short
of what i’m really thinking. i’m leaning
against a shut door, listening to him breathing
on the other side. he’s in the room with me, but i’m hiding
so he can’t see me. we’re sitting together, and i
want to reach out and touch him and let him
hold me. all of my-selves are fighting them-selves
and they’re all losing. the river is carrying
me, and i let it. there’s something i need to remember, but
i just want to forget it.
I CAN'T STOP, AAH HELP ME PLEASE.
I like writing poetry. Not all of it is going to be a historical epic or an ode to something. These are like little glimpses of the subway in my mind; my train of thought isn't always artsy or symbolic or deep or meaningful, but I like to think that art takes ordinary things and makes people see a sort of beauty in them. So, look around- I've been doing this for a while. Enjoy ♥
1 comment:
this is beautiful and intimate and i don't even know what to say about it, but i feel it all. =)
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