don't try to get to know me
my skies are hazy
the weather tumultuous,
often stormy
conflicted contradictions
of unsaid thoughts living in fiction
wanting, needing to be written out
of what the words that seem to shout
escaping these burning cities
not wanting to wallow in pity
sometimes lost in the boat i'm in
trying to be found in the ocean from within
YOU ARE READING
intricate skies
Poetrysaltwater splattered on these blank pages while she still bleeds.
