I let the tears leak out of your corneas
even though I thought the reason why was stupid
I let you lean on me, dropping your weight
even though you were too heavy, I did not drop you
I let you confess and stick words in to my ears
even though they were too large and barely fit
I let you scream how you wanted to die
even though it hurt, I knew I would revive you
but the second
(beat.)
I broke and shattered like a beer bottle
hitting the edge of the concrete sidewalk
you spun on the heel of your right foot.
and run.
YOU ARE READING
jumbled thoughts.
Poetrysometimes you need to bleed out words to feel okay. sometimes those bled words take the shape of a poem.
