it can never be the same
your fingers
feel different
on my translucent skin,
the wind still sings
but i hear it howl
the air is thick
with sticky lies
and i wade through it
like a dazed nightmare
can i wake up?
i have seen what
the drugs do to you
glinting eyes, gritting teeth
and i do them anyway,
look away
from the mirror
i am scared because
people feel too much
and they also feel too little
i do not know which is worse
me, i cannot stop feeling
turn it off. turn it OFF.
we have waited for the
sun
in the window
during the cold nights
she is here now
but i forgot that
she burns
like a merciless flame
licking my wounds
the world is burning
inside of me
and outside of me
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
Comments (1)
You've captured the overwhelming emotions in such a powerful way. I especially love the part about waiting for the sun, only to get burned. Thanks for sharing.