tell me you loved me when you heard my voice
when you saw the way my eyes move or
how I hold a cigarette between loose fingers
tell me you felt me holding my breath from miles away
because you're lonely too
tell me you're lonely too
Because I feel this space between me and everything
else
and it makes me feel like I am not real
like I don't know how to be human
tell me you're sometimes scared of living
tell me you feel it
tell me you're waiting on something to give
that you saw that ache in me too
and you know a little something about hiding
and pretending
and that you are trying to be honest about who you are
because you heard my name and it sounded like a risk
and a chance
tell me you're awake at 3AM wondering about
people like me
tell me you're someone like me
tell me you know how hard it is and
how terrifying it can be
tell me I make you shake so I don't have to hide
my hands
or that I make you want to be brave
because I want to be too and
I don't want to wait anymore
tell me you feel tired and ready
that it's all okay
touch me and tell me we can breathe now
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
