short bitter laugh
forming in the shadow
of a shadow
only i can see,
crooked neck,
unwavering gaze
brief regret that
finds you at 2am
when you have
no will to
drink
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Poetryi just want to feel okay again. poems written circa 2017-2020. what a wacky time to exist. if a lot of these seem unhinged it's probably because most of them were written while i was in a very abusive relationship. tw for occasional themes of addict...
well, what's under this bandaid?
short bitter laugh
forming in the shadow
of a shadow
only i can see,
crooked neck,
unwavering gaze
brief regret that
finds you at 2am
when you have
no will to
drink
