Everything I feel
seems too real,
trying to conceal
whatever the fuck needs to be healed.
My heart's on my sleeve.
Every time that I bleed
I think I don't need you...
(I do).
I don't think anything's true
unless it comes from you
but I don't know how to
not
trust.
My heart's about to combust,
turn everything I love to dust
but it's keeping me on my toes first
like I'm about to take flight.
I'm playing with my life
and I could go any night
but I don't want to leave you.
YOU ARE READING
HEAVY
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
