my hands feel
smaller
like skeletons
trying to cuddle
as i shake
and i rattle
waiting
for the click clacking
of your heels
to dismember me
piece by piece
i await
for your tired eyes
for your fake smile
that isn't enough
to impress
the people in this room
for locks of black hair
hanging off of your shoulders
trying to survive
for your too big sunglasses
that hide your lies
i await
for the demon
stuck in the skin
of a petite woman
with a cross on her chest
i await
i await
you aren't coming
but i wait
for you
and as i shake
and i rattle
tremors on my skin
trying to balance
all this nervousness
awaiting for the rare moment
of you actually showing up
i wait for you.
- and you didn't come at all
i don't know if i should be relieved or angry.
YOU ARE READING
the dawn of us
Poetrycover by duvetjae a series of written poems about love, trauma, and moving on. disclaimer: this books discusses many serious topics, read with caution.
