I forgot I was dreaming
You show up often yet unexpectedly
still cringing with layers of doubt on your shoulders
I awake reaching, wondering what happened.
I have nowhere to go
I've lost touch.
Caring alludes to an appetite
that got its fill and left. it's gone.
At least this is what you've come to conclude.
You will never know these things
that I keep.
1 comment:
i'd like to see more, firecrotch.
i'd like to see more poetry too.
zing!
no but srsly. i like it. and i think i know what it's about. unless you arbitrarily title your poems. in which case. i still like it.
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