still
I drink your words
like they are holy water
coating my throat
with hope
I inhale your breath
and every part of you
like I have not
already been broken
by the weight
of your eyes
like my heart has not
already been divided
and
pulled apart
—a disembodied voice asked me if I still love you
YOU ARE READING
an ocean of teardrops
PoetryI avoid surfaces with reflections, avoid facing reality. At the sea, where I last washed away my scars only to have them appear in different places, different faces. And so I try comforting myself through imaginary conversations with the people I lo...
