you know me
most days i hope to leave this city
with little faith in the understanding
of balance
between the ground and i,
hoping to always belong
to a place where i am comfortable going outside
if only to tie a piece of yarn
to the blue jays that nest in the pear trees
and lillie's by the side of the road
hoping that one day it will find you,
and remind you of how easily you forgot me.
carrying a heaviness to be perched upon your body, so you could feel the night my chest collapsed
as we said goodbye
while i leave the very place we grew up in together
for the last time.
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inadequate love✔
Poetrysometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. and we stay with them, because we think that our love is enough to mold them into the person we want them to be. it never is. and the inadequacy of your love will hurt you. you will wonder why you...
