I underestimate
these out-of-the-blue
sensations, messages from
within
just by a look in your eyes.
It doesn't have to be long, and
even when beside you,
I'm concerned too.
I feel like I know
about times when you lose feeling
of sparks, and when
your attention might be
turned away towards
lighter matters.
I feel like there are days when
every ounce of space
is the best medicine,
one that will heal
every ailment of yours
even with a smile on your face
and my back against your chest;
curled up and fatigued,
safe,
although not matching up to
the fatigue that's smothered your heart
and oozes out of your pores;
anything but safety deep down, and
a scream chronically swallowed;
an air bubble ingested by-accident.
I feel like
I could be your savior.
I feel like
stress chokes you,
practically killing you at
every memory.
I feel like a toxin.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
