You've quieted my mind in a way that no pills or therapy has
Simple existence is free
What a concept
What has it been to breathe easy? I haven't known in years.
To finally get a breath of fresh air after I've been just about to drown for hours.
I'm not asking you to save me but I wouldn't say no if you offered me your life line.
I'm getting a little tired of playing the background character- when I'm with you, we're writing our own narrative and I know it's going to be a classic.
Barely surviving but I'm becoming numb to all the things that made me cry before.
Make me remember what it's like- kill me with a kiss.
YOU ARE READING
Just Below the Surface (March 2022)
PoesíaProse and poetry written during March 2022.