I hope I stick to the sole
of your shoes
And that the gravel just
won't come loose
when you scrape.
I hope I crack
under each step you take
And that you trip over
the edges where I break
apart.
I hope you fall
through the holes in my heart.
God knows your heels put them there.
I hope I get steeper
the more you climb
And boulders start to fall
the more time
that passes.
I hope you think of me
in all of your classes
And sit there
comparing land masses
to me.
I hope that fog covers the peak
and you can't see.
God knows I'm not there.
YOU ARE READING
HEAVY
PoesieIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
