You and I, we went through a lot together,
Don't we?
You know, I told you a lot
More than they know.
They think we can't make it
But I'll bleed till it works,
I will write on my skin till it stops.
Small circles and small steps
Back and forth till it makes no sense.
Let's control the anxiety till it hurts
Till there's no way back
Till our dreams destroy us
And eat us alive.
YOU ARE READING
The shadow through
Poetry"Small circles and small steps back and forth till it makes no sense."
