i am sitting with only my yellow towel on,
in front of my computer
typing words that mean nothing
but also mean everything.
i am so full of emotions that i can
not.
cannot.
i can't,
breathe easy.
i can't breathe easily when i am
drowning in a sea
of emotions
and the fish are words.
my words.
eating away at my body.
tell me,
is my yellow towel bright enough
for you to come save me?
YOU ARE READING
a blooming heartache
PuisiA collection of poems that have shifted my heart, my mind, and my body to accept and live in different circumstances that the universe has put in my path. I wrote these for myself, but soon found out that other people could find salvation in them to...
