hear me, i dare you, implore you to take it within yourself and your interests and your time to hear me,
hear me speaking out loudly with my eyes and my crossed arms and bundle of jackets that I wear because I'm cold and deprived of touch
hear me with your thoughts because mine are screaming all the time, waiting for you to notice me, to listen to and to understand me
hear me with your heart and hear me with your mind and hear me with all of your self
hear me say three words
even though I've heard it's cliche, hear me because they're true
-unimagine
YOU ARE READING
White Out (Poetry Collection)
شِعرyou weren't supposed to see this. •••••••••• a diary of imagination; a life where the lines are blurred. a memoir of things that never happened, and a few that did.
