poems by a pretty girl

poetry slipping out of palms and tricking down the forearms of those who care to try to grasp it

watery words, rolling off tongues in waves

the tsunami of thoughts pouring through the cracks, desperate to fill the empty spaces between love and hate

unchartered territory with no name to it in the canyon between the boundaries

dry desert land now drenched, the canyon filled to the brim with these watery, slippery words

because the space between love and hate is much easier to swim than it is to climb.

if he were here i'd swim the canyon right to him,

but since he's left the other side is no where in sight,

and the land of hate beckons my drowning soul with the promise of solid ground while i swim in the uncertainty,

where did he go?

and why did he leave me behind?

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This is my first shot at a book that's mostly poetry, you may not love it but please don't hate! Lowercase intended. A work in progress, editing as I go! Mature theme, possibly triggering.