i miss the loneliness when i had no one
and i pined for everyone
it only ever wrenched my body
this kind is harder
wrenching agony in my mind as well
to bear the loneliness while out there blazes an option to not be
if i give in and give up my self-respect
2.26.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
