I envy the freedom you own
And I almost forget that it took you 19 years to find it
I've spent 17 years trying to find one of my own
But me and you are different and I'm so fucking terrified
That when two more years pass, I still wouldn't find mine
What will I do then? Do I even have enough patience to carry on?
You had your art and I have mine but yours deserved to hang in museums
And mine deserves to be buried under the ashes of artworks I've drawn.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
