I'll sit and I'll stare
I'll tell you about my day
About the blues and the yellows
I express my infatuation
My heart beating loudly
I pick up conversation
But it ricochets back at me
And I watch as your hands and head
Begin to harden into brick of red
My stomach feels heavy, a hopeless dread
As you become a brick wall, as if anything I said
Meant anything at all
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phosphenes
PoetryA collection of poems about mental health, identity and love. TW AND CW FOR POSSIBLY TRIGGERING TOPICS.
