the automatic doors closing,
i see my reflection on the glass,
the sad, gray skies,
the train leaving the station,
i question myself,
am i difficult to love?
i admit i am hard to be with,
am i the hard pill to swallow?
you said you wanted to love my entire being—
everything i am,
but taking me whole meant you'd choke,
but i do not want to break myself
into smaller pieces
all for the sake of your comfort,
i've done it far too many times
just so people would know how to handle me better,
take me as i am,
be prepared to choke,
or never bother me at all.
YOU ARE READING
letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
