Droopy faced
crinkly eyed
wispy lipped
boy
blinking stone in the back of the classroom.
Who could see the bruising
patterning and faded into
the brown of your eyes
from the other night
when you rolled out money
to roll around with a women who'd
roll out the door
laughing that
"You have a small d*ck,"
popping your 60 minute
desperate fantasy
that someone cared about someone
who had to learn how to spell "love"
in English
over 7,000 miles
away from belonging?
You joked about how she
"Messed you UP"
and everyone whooped and whistled
and fractured
and cracked
because they knew the unspoken
freeze that
7,000 miles away kids
suffered from.
Now you sit
straight
still
looking past the overhead
past the professor
past oceans
past continents,
searching for a familiar face at home,
the cold from the rumpled sheets
creeping back into your bones
fissuring your heart and carving
an intricate web of scars,
the perpetual winter
that, that woman
and the pale bodies around you
will never glimpse
never feel
never know.
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I'll Lose You in the Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose detailing a journey through youth and adulthood. Basically, this is a dump of old and new writing. Please comment your thoughts and constructive criticism! Let's help each other find healing and joy amongst the r...
