White flag.
I have the mental image. I have you in my chest holding my heart open when I'm screaming, punching, kicking and just begging you to let me go. I want to close in on my self. Curl into a ball where no can get in. I want you gone and away. I want to be alone. Then I calm down just for a minute and I'm so glad you are holding it open and stay there. For that short minute that my head is clear I'm thinking how much I love you and my heart is beating. Just for that one clear minute. Then I go back to screaming crying and kicking. I can't let you in. I already did. It's like there is a war in my brain. I can't let you in but I already did. The hard part is over right? It's tearing my brain apart. I just want to be alone. You won't let me be alone and I love you. It's a war and you are the white flag I'm waving. You are my love. You are my beast. You are the scary bear that protects his little cub. I'm your cub and you'll protect me and love me. So I'm going to wave that white flag. Come take me back to shelter and clean up my wounds.
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Late night poems
PoetryThis a collection of poems that I have written. They will be about my brother and his death. My mental health. Everything.
