II / IV
Evening Solitude
shaky pale legs with nettle stings
The joy that being lonely brings
The wind slaps me across the cheeks
Not felt a real emotion in weeks
Sticks and stones may break my bones
Step inside the danger zones
Always keep the single white feather
Shiver under the dry cold weather
Protected by the moon's grey blanket
Cheap ice water, still not drank it
Kiss me then leave me on motorway bridges
Prick my fingers on sharp metal ridges
Bury me deep in a lavender field
Keep on walking til my bruise has healed
On and on, around I go
I'm hidden, you shouldn't have let me go
YOU ARE READING
my secret mistakes • {poetry}
PoetryThe most deeply personal thing I may ever write, from an old soul trapped in a young body. Imagine a window into my life, my unfiltered, strange and unpredictable life. These are the things I am too afraid to tell anyone. So, welcome to my mind.
