anticipate their verbal sparring matches
never let down your guard, they'll always hit you where it hurts
guarantee (or attempt to) that their words cannot ail you
enpty your soul until they forget you were even there
really, it tears through your heart like spires, like spikes
render healing as your only salvation
engineer your own path through this madness, this uncertainty
green like the grass, see-through like glass
remedies for these injuries
even if they exist
teeter on the edge of inaccessible, but a light is
lit
isn't
that enough?
YOU ARE READING
sprinkle in the woods (poetry #6)
Poetry"and it rains and rains and rains and rains for five more years and it's cloudy for ten once they leave, i'll be sunkissed i'll be the rock in the light illuminated simply by your presence my fallen star, you've finally met me and it's so lovely lov...
