i keep finding old, candid photos of you.
i'll use any excuse i can get to stop myself from
swimming in a depleted, thinning ocean of lost
and unrequited love. a ghost of a strained smile
lingers where the indent of my frown begins,
and my eyes are burning in a dry, used-up sense.
our legs brush together once more
in an alternate universe, one where we both stayed
and stopped going to church.
you crawl into my bed instead,
we turn to intimacy and leave our mothers' rosaries in the attic.
the other world is trembling against this one in tense, sad reluctance.
and i can still feel you here. in every goddamn second.
YOU ARE READING
soft light
Poesíai 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...
