I feel like I know everyone else's
thoughts before I know my own.
It's uncomfortable in a time where
I just want to pull my own self inward
and together, and move with the
clarity of knowing what I am needing,
and then doing what needs to be done
to do that. I feel like everything and
everyone I have ever loved is falling
away, and it's not because I want to
let them all go, or at least not those
few special ones, no. But it's growing
harder to stay in a place where I am
not wanted, and easier to go to the places
and the people where they want me.
On some level, that also scares me
a bit because the last thing I want to
do is jump into someone's arms who
isn't really much of a change at all,
but I'm trying to convince myself that
they are. I don't want to be the one
who treads my own soul into
a crowded room where anyone can
pretend they are anybody. I don't
want to take away the things that
have been me for a very long time
just because I am figuring out what
wasn't me at all.
If I set the whole room ablaze, what
good was in the midst of the bad will
burn, too.
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THE ARSONIST
Poetry"You set my world on fire, but at what cost?" In THE ARSONIST, this prose-poetry chapbook explores third degree burns, stone faced lovers, and learning to love the blackened trees. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
