Let me crawl
like desert
before you rush me
to your island.
Let me and
this bleeding abate
before you cauterize
my flesh.
Let me finish breaking
my own heart
before you safety pin
it whole.
Stay with me
while I break.
Don't let my discomfort
move you to fix me.
Let me
b r e a k.
I hope you're silently
telling me this.
YOU ARE READING
Solace and Solitude
PoetryThe sun tells me I'm alive, and that I have lived. But this is for the suicide of words I once wrote. I find something beautiful about it, and maybe even a bit lonely. I just hope it's calm under the waves of my oblivion. I hope to be the ache and s...
