yet in my head is a
war zone. and it has
been under siege for
too long, and it's hard
for me to think of
anything or anyone
else besides you.
i get headaches trying to
outsmart, and out-strategize
you, because at the end of
the day, this isn't something
I can win.
none of this was real, and
therefore, there was never
anything to win to begin with.
YOU ARE READING
CLOUDS FOR MY EYES
PoetryThis prose-poetry chapbook explores themes of clouded judgments, devotion and deconstruction, and cotton fields where a belief in purpose and a belief in freedom no longer align. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
