— A Poem About K, For Those Who Loved —
I realized our truth in the twilight hours
When my mind wasn't my own and my blood ran blue
I blinked at the tattered pieces of what I'd created
And for a second as I stood there
Paralyzed by what my blind eyes could hear
Some things just click, and this was one
In my haste, and in vain, I'd molded with oil not water
And each day I fought with the gods
And pleaded with the wind and all that was there
To take what came from fleeting glances and wishful whispers
And make something worth holding
As my veins bleed blue, it was all there
A picture so true, I wish I'd bought it then
What is simply is, and now time has clocked it
As my mind becomes mine, I wipe my cheeks dry
Tomorrow, I'll correct the distortion
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DF: Sep.19.23
DP: Sep.26.23
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My Life In Poetry
Poetry25 poems all focused on the different relationships I've had. After each poem, they'd be a 1000 word or so story of the poem and who it was about.
