I've been away
for three months,
no communication.
I ignored you,
at the start,
as a result of my frustration
but since then
I've been
under obligation
to look after myself
and resist
the temptation
to call and see
if you're waiting
for me -or-
if you're dating
like me.
I'm refraining
from anything
too restraining
because part of me
is saving
the hope
that you don't hate me.
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.
