heart and mind
'hundred so pounds of flesh and stars
i'm so mismatched
/
i'm afraid to love
i regret upon feeling
what i always longed
i'm pathetic.
/
what matters
i've no choice
any madman's whisper
is another's promise
we latch on
when not doing so
shatters us.
/
rather the bite of poisoned steel
than the wind
brushing away, brushing
at dust.
the poison holds us together
when nothing else is there
/
let me be your poison
at least
i can try
to heal.
/
there's no antidote
no
no antidote
not for love.
/
maybe i'm not empty after all.
YOU ARE READING
cacophony
Poetrya trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020