I long for winter
I long for ghost stories in a warm bed full of stars
My hand reaching in nobody's direction finally
I am not alone because they left
I am not alone because they left
I promise to myself that when I feel alone,it will be because I decided it
I planned my loneliness the way I planned going on vacation
But my only vacay friends are dead.
My body will never become a church to those who regret giving me up.
Which is to say,I cannot be the person everyone returns to when they feel left out,alone,sad and used.
Let me live free
Let me pray to unknown pantheons
Create colours that do not exist yet
And mean it when I say: "It's over".
YOU ARE READING
Room Full Of Ghosts
PoesíaA series of poems in which I see things differently than most people.That old vintage vibe that has been inside of me forever,this is all I want to give to you.My soul aches,so I seek for poetry in everything I touch.
