i want to love someone who makes me loose track of time.
time consumes me in the worst way possible, the mirror.
i'm a naked, stripped body between two hollowed out fragments of log.
i am drowning within and ingesting honey, while being devoured by insects of all kinds-
when all i wanted was to view myself how a lover could.
i don't deserve to be tortured for wanting perspective, why can't you call me honey instead of drowning me in it?
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
