I think I'm in love,
but I'm scared to admit it out loud,
for in the past I thought it was real,
but it soon shriveled up and flew away.
Like a bird fleeing south when winter comes,
or a deer grazing a field that's now a road,
the home that was once safe and warm,
inevitably no longer compatible.
Who was at fault?
the storm that chilled the air,
or the humans that destroyed the land,
was it all entirely me?
In a false act of self preservation,
I must have become a wild dog,
biting the hand that feeds,
naturally ending up with a needle inside me.
I think I'm in love,
but I'll never admit it out loud,
for when I do,
I know the end will be coming for me.
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Poems and Word Vomit
PoetryJust a place for me to store and save my messy thoughts that sometimes come out poetically. Mostly for me but you can read it, too. :)) Cover art drawn by me :) I didn't know what else to put as the cover so...
