don't believe it
chides my mother
but how can i not believe
what is before my eyes
real and breathing but
not for me, never for me
and is it selfish to want
my own soul to breathe
for me, and only me?
YOU ARE READING
i wouldn't call it poetry
Puisibasically, this is like less than half of my poetry journal. umm... here you go UPDATE: 12/20/17 I've been going through the long process of cleaning up my account so it'll be presentable for the now multiple people at school who want to read my emb...
before my eyes
don't believe it
chides my mother
but how can i not believe
what is before my eyes
real and breathing but
not for me, never for me
and is it selfish to want
my own soul to breathe
for me, and only me?
