i am an old soul
in a young body
learning things
like griefshe's been here before
she told me there is power in my heart
purpose in my flame
she's the one to blameplace of birth
you are your only addressmother's name
to want language
where there is only
dead thud of court gavellonging for her
through typed paper work
we're fictional characters in each other's
book of lifebut this bond we have
greater than the glue that
prevents me from ripping the
pages of you
out of my mindi've been stuck on
our chapter
my entire lifei can't seem to turn the page
can you?
have you already?consumed by you
yet i do not even
know youI do not know you
you do not know meI wish we did.
YOU ARE READING
insomniac thoughts/poetry
PoesíaWhat I think about when I can't seem to shut my eyes from this gaping hole of my existince. Poetry, coming from the side of me that I do not share w/ people, because I'm afraid of what they'll think of me. I'm okay w/ sharing the hidden parts of my...