I want you with all your broken, heavy luggage.
Bring all your suitcases and dump them into my home,
I'll help you unpack it.
If you allow me to go through your things,
even the dirty laundry.
I don't mind that it's a lot,
Look at how you're carrying my stuff.
Effortlessly.
You don't have to stuff the bags into the closet,
don't act like it's not there,
don't try to distract me with my own unpacking either.
Right now it's all about you.
There's so much of you hidden away
and I want to see it all,
This isn't about suitcases or homes.
- to your trauma and heart
YOU ARE READING
Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoesíaPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
