i try not to let bitterness cascade into my purest spots
like if i hold the sadness by the levees it just won't spill over
maybe my vitriol won't kill this one nice thing before it's kind to me
maybe i can master self-love just this once
lying to yourself is funny
because you're the one person who you always know isn't telling the truth
i can give myself platitudes and say it'll be fine
but i may always be bitter over you
i can make new things and fall in love and tell new stories and weave new tales
but i'll remember the times when i looked at you
and you didn't look back
and i cannot blame you for this and that makes it burn worse
you have always had a place within me
and i'm still figuring out how to carve you out
YOU ARE READING
Anticlimactic
PoetryRelated unrelated poetry all shoved into a book that only sort of relates to itself. Also known as how to look at trauma like you're semi-well adjusted.
