Lone Willow and Heartbreak creeks - collection of poems

Just the breath

So empty that nothing fills it.

So desperate I stop to see.

So willing that I disappoint.

So starving that I stop eating.

So much that it's too much.

Voices yelling, creeping in.

Breathless, I let nothing out.

Everyone moves on, but I stand still.

Mirror and knife, I am bleeding.

I was fine, but not anymore.

Stories to be told, missing the point.

Good, bad—nothing in between.

At least that's what I was told.

No purpose, just chaos.

No love, just falls.

I don't care, but I do.

I don't fear, but I miss.

I wouldn't be the one,

Just the breath.

Lilly, august 25th 2024