Missing someone
is such a beautiful
waste of time
especially when they don't
deserve it,
especially when there isn't
enough room in skyscrapers
clock towers
or
farm silos
for their apologies
which decorate your window sill
like neglected mice;
reminders brushing
against your collarbone
on the way to your 5 o'clock
dinner party,
their name attached to your
skin like a wet shadow.
you lounge around in my mind,
an unpaid intern 3 floors higher
than your salary,
but
I don't miss you
all the time
there is not
enough of me
for that.
YOU ARE READING
Breakable Contents
Teen FictionCollection of poetry and short narratives I've written so far, some of it is simply class assignments while others are older, published works. All of them were written of experiences personally affecting me; nothing artificial! Thanks for reading- y...
