7:58 pm, Friday, 26th May
when you stand 100 feet above a mass of crashing waves
do the sandstone cliffs tell you to stay?
does your mind tell you to stay rooted a foot away from the edge
or does it tell you that that it's better to fall away and let the waves
wrap their shackles around your neck in a short lived embrace?
does your heart yearn to feel it all in those few minutes,
or does your heart forget to beat,
numb from all the years worth of endless shattering?
do you regret not saying goodbye
and leaving your clothes on your bed, unfolded and untouched
or does a part of you know that you did it all because
you knew you'd be coming back
due to the cowardice that surfaced within you
as you contemplated the end of it all.
– oh god, this.
YOU ARE READING
dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
