the days are bright now (almost too bright). |
Too much effort
to drink...
I let the flowers die,
not even batting an eyelash...
I wish I could let myself feel it.
The reality that you care...
Can we talk about how you made the unsaid, said?
You, who is so eager, wanting the best for me...
The first thing that happens is you
romanticize it, or maybe that part...
And you, like so many before you, simply want to exist. To not have your identity questioned, to not have your lived experiences dismissed. |
Ink is my testimony; I pour it out and watch it bubble then boil until it burns my fingertips. |
"Ready for warfare?", my mind antagonizes. |