i run away
from good things
because i don't know
how to look beauty
in the face
and not feel a pit in my chest
(where do you go?)
i burn down everything living
inside of me
because peace is a ripe fruit
I cannot hold on my tongue
without choking
(do you think of me?)
and i rush to the
end
because endings are never
happy
and pain is a thing less
sharp
when it is plucked at the
root
(i still miss you)
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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...
