i ran to the sea,
i ran to glacier shores
hell frozen all over
desolate white burial grounds
salt meeting ice
raw chrysanthemum petals
are dripping off my tongue
it's all the dead lies
that used to reside
inside of my lungs
i ran to your heart,
away from my mind
it is the complex syndrome of being too scared and lonely while young
now
i am running
away from your blind eyes
away from the desert of sunlight
in winter's embrace
to wasteland's caress
YOU ARE READING
Poem/s
Poetrypoems, maybe. *** yes, i can't sleep still. yes, i miss her still. yes, i think my heartbreak will end me soon.
