i am an old soul
in a young body
learning things
like grief
she's been here before
she told me there is power in my heart
purpose in my flame
she's the one to blame
place of birth
you are your only address
mother's name
to want language
where there is only
dead thud of court gavel
longing for her
through typed paper work
we're fictional characters in each other's
book of life
but this bond we have
greater than the glue that
prevents me from ripping the
pages of you
out of my mind
i've been stuck on
our chapter
my entire life
i can't seem to turn the page
can you?
have you already?
consumed by you
yet i do not even
know you
I do not know you
you do not know me
I wish we did.
YOU ARE READING
insomniac thoughts/poetry
PoetryWhat 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...
