she lives in a world of smoke
and feminine kisses
of sadness and throwing up
the pasta she made for breakfast
and in this world
there is not room for me
he lives in a world
of industrial rigor
of missing a woman he
never treated right
and he only wants me
to know what she's doing
she used to share secrets with me
and now shes a ghost
erased from my world
and does not reply to my unsent messages
i talked her down from suicide
and she disappears
like she never existed
im so tired
of these people who's
worlds don't include me
and what's the point
in trying anew
when I'll be left
the same
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
