i sit hidden in the cramped space
peeking through the cracks and seeing others with freedom
the choice is mine to make when the sun of adulthood rises
but i look out the cracks and see
the fragile bridge that is our relationship
living in my closet it stretches from me to you
to come out and cross it would reduce the bridge to dust
as
i
fall
forever severed from you
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poetry
شِعرi enjoy writing poetry hope you like it note: the chapters with videos are meant to be read while listening to the music that inspired it disclaimer! some of the poems are depressing and sad, for those i tap into the sad parts of my brain but i'm ov...
