i lost a friend, and it felt like losing a third leg
like yesterday is a lie and tomorrow's a ghost
time turns blood to clot and clot to blush
but the pain lingers and you do not
what do you do when half your life walks away?
what do you do when half your reasons don't stay?
how do i mourn the living
how do i mourn our loving
you should be here
i can't hold our funeral alone
rise, my lovely empty spaces, rise
we have convened to bury conversations that will never be
we are here to mourn secrets that will never be shared
rise, my beautiful nobodies
rise for a love that will never die, only freeze
rise for the people who will marvel at this spectacle
who will bring their popcorn and their plastic sympathy
rise for the pain lovers and the casual art critics
who will relish my pain then get sick of it and leave
but i won't
i won't leave
i will never leave
YOU ARE READING
HYSTERIA
Poetryand i will ruin you for loving me. and you will love me for ruining you. an attempt to reclaim the madness that defines femininity
