were we even close
to having anything
at all?
(i'm working to let you go)
did you need more
or less
than what i could give?
well, you're a lovely thing
but i've been living in
tragedy
my entire life
and i made a notch of you
with your pretty eyes
and soft mouth
and cold friendship
there is distance between us
now
made of more than just
land
(i'm working to let you let me go)
i cannot reach you
even if you were beside me
and i'm not sure which of us
should be sorry
(maybe there is nothing to be sorry about)
thanks for the time
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"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...
