My poetry is not poetry really,
if poetry is doomed...
The sadness creeps in,
unsuspected, unwanted...
Could it ever be safe
to be with them...
if tomorrow you ask how i am,
i'm not sure how i'll respond...
Upon the perspective of the oppressive past,
the fragments of bygone prospects...
Without you
I am just a stranger...
And if I could stop giving you power I would.
If I could banish you from existence, I would...
It's been cloudy on my mind and in my heart and in...
they're so different now
you don't check...
And I doubt I’ll be able to forget
the text messages we sent...
And it's not that I don't feel safe with myself,
or with this environment even...
The longer I am here,
the more I lose my...