i packed up
my books
before you could
tell me
the words are not real.i packed up
my clothes
before you could
roll your eyes
and spit "is that what you're wearing?"i packed up
my art
before your
chainsaw laughs
destroy my confidence.i packed up
my thoughts
before your
'my way or the highway'
could reach them.i packed up
my heart
a little too late,your damages
resting on the surface.i packed up
my everything...except you.
you were never
on my travel
list.
YOU ARE READING
unlit matches
Poetrycome and listen to the whispers of lions and the cries of fawns.