your friends pity mei see it in their eyes but pretend it's not there
you bring me along regardlessholding hands under the tablelaughing alongside themand we toast to youroncoming sobriety
and i think they pitied you too
knowing that you and change
were fated mortal enemies
starting from conception.
god buried you in the dirt when he crafted your soul;
and the angels cursed you, turning the earth
to marbled heliotrope:
we met in that dark prison.
you whispered that everyone
had given you up. so i swore
to never leave. to try.
to fight for us. to
love.
you hold my hand for 46 seconds underneath
the sputtering pools of blonde light
after your narcotics anonymous
meeting.
and the angels pitied me as well,
turning their heads at stoplights
and crosswalks like i wasn't even
there.
as if i could forget or pretend
that i've never seen the
eyes underneath
our bed at
night.
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immortal bones & dragon smoke
Poetry[a poetic memoir] sneering archangels a patch of pennyroyal fate's mortal enemy god left you buried in the dirt and i wish you'd stayed there. ---- trigger warnings: brief mentions/references to SA, emotional ab*se, manipulation, unhealthy relations...
