Right here in-between this space within my eyes, shadow and feet, it's surprising how widely broken and loosed I've become.
Everything I thought I held firm, now whirl along with the wind.
Now everything is gone.
Just when I thought My Attention was enough for you, you took with you,
My Eye-Deodorant.
Now this tears, softly roll down my cheek and falls from the valleys with hills apart.
I'm broken I know.
I'm broken from dusk to walls
From thoughts to words
And from everything else to you.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoetryWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
