i am not your property
i don't belong to you
in any sense
i am not at your beck and call
answer your ever text
save your ever fall
i don't want to feel
like i owe you an apology
if i don't respond in 24 seconds
i'm not gonna say sorry
so please, step back
loosen your imaginary reigns on my life
before i buckle and crack
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hiraeth.
Poetryhiraeth (n.) a longing for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past. | a collection of poems from my life experience | || begin: 05 june 2020 ||
