when restlessness and exhaustion collide the shockwaves ripple through my bones and all i can do is shake away the black creeping into the corners of my eyes. i hope you don't notice when i rely a little too heavily on the walls to keep myself afloat as my ears turn to conch shells filled with sounds of crashing waves and memories of better days. i hope you don't notice when i sit on dirty floors and pretend to inspect the labels on the bottom shelf of things i have no interest in. i hide it so well sometimes i don't even believe in the choir of screaming cells begging me to slow down.
and if you do happen to notice when i sway in and out of step i hope you're there to catch me discreetly before i fall into the deep sea. i hope you lay a gentle hand on my trembling lowered shoulders and make a comment about the items on the bottom shelf. i hope you help me hide and let me know that you see me and hear my silent pleas for forgiveness. i hope you see that i'm sorry for ruining our day out.
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poetic rambles
Poetryim not a poet by any means, this is just fun and therapeutic for me and it's easier to post them here than it is to share them with people i know. maybe this will help me build up to that :>
