You are right,
I do live,
In my own world of make belief,
Because if I did not,
You would have already,
Turned into a memory,
Composed of just a bunch of dark crazy words,
After one another,
That were left as uncomprehended,
As my speech,
Misinterpreted and overused.
If I did live,
In the present and now,
All your unsuspecting words,
Would be sprawled in red,
On my arms.
So if I were you,
I would be ecstatic,
To know that,
I am a manifestation of fiction,
And just like my words,
I can only hurt,
Your feelings,
And not your bones.
-You should be grateful.
-Oyin B.
Have a great day ahead!
Love,
Oyin.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness and Light
PoetryThe kind of poetry that you read and then read again, because you find too much of yourself lost in it.
