original date of publication: april 2023
I don't have pretty words right now. I have sickness and feelings and a need to reach out and touch you;
What do I mean to you? Do you still see what you saw, in the words that tumbled out- do you see what's different now?
It's not different now. I just see what I didn't see before.
Do you notice how I lean ever slightly closer?
I can't sleep. I blame you.
My eyes feel heavy. My heart's worse.
I miss you and I saw you three days ago;
I don't know if this is a good idea;
I see all the ways it could hurt me. I feel those needles deep in my skin. I see it possible. I see it in your eyes.
But.
But.
But.
If anyone might...
I can't really say it.
I can't really say it.
If I say it something will break.
They're watching us, aren't they?
Yours and mine. Their eyes, too.
They don't see it.
I don't see it.
Do you see it?
Do you see what you saw before?
If I reach out and touch you, will you flinch?
Will you blink?
YOU ARE READING
Assorted Poetry
PoetryI had a vent account on Poetizer, but it went paid, so I had to save the poems here. They're not particularly effortful, just vomited prose, but I had nothing else to do with them. They may be added to, or not. Largely not too graphic, but there is...
