so much talking
nothing is said
until nightfall
when courage comes
with side affects of
burning chests and throats
emotional floodgates open
out pour thoughts
an overflow of words
whispered intentions
rushed motions
falling into each other
chemistry, confusion
sunrise comes
the gate re-locks
only allowing questions
disorientation
and shame
to leak through
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Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
