i'm sitting by an open window
in cooling breeze
and sleepy light
thinking about what it would be like
to love new
(when loving myself is a war zone)
i've left some broken things
behind
and i'm poised to break things
by touch alone
or by breath parted lips-
i want to take my time
but my mind runs away on me
and it's an ugly thing
so I'm sitting alone by my open
window
and i'm not thinking about you
and me
i'm imagining a new winter for me
to hibernate
and come out the other side
alive
without rushed and tragic love
on my fingertips
to break
oh god, let me take my time
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Dysphoria
Şiir"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
