I just realized it.
The way it feels to sit
Untouched.
Unmoved.
Unthinking.
Unfeeling.
Made of nothing.
It clicked.
Exposed
Remade
Not with Ingenuity
Trying to make myself something of words
and not of feelings.
I don't know any of you.
Not for the way your really are.
The people you have ever wanted to be.
I only know myself
That
I
Don't
Wanna.
Be.
Here.
So make me weightless
Unexposed
Liberate me from the connections I cannot figure out how to conduct.
Make me unlike you.
Moved.
Touched.
Felt.
Real.
-s.l
A little simpler than usual...wanted to try poetry with less words and effort lol thanks for reading bout it👌
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To Who I Am
PoetryThis is me in words. It's not a story or pages of useless ranting. It's what I feel, what I think in the hours of class only my mind can escape. Because isn't escape what we live for? I just want it to exist somewhere. Here in these parts... Read o...
