everyone misinterprets my intentions
they do not bother to look past momentary impulses
i searched for a home in anyone and anything-
whatever brings me down to hell
my heart is heavy enough
to weigh my body down there on its own
i can't be self-determinate on my own morality
but my heart spares room for others
my heart hardly has enough space
for my own dilemmas
so why would i race away from
using other people's as a plague
inside of my soul
YOU ARE READING
patterns of anaxiphilia
Poetrytemet nosce. trigger warning. highest rankings #2 in blackpoetry #2 in prosecollection eighth poetry collection (2024)
