I was wondering if I'd ever turn from plastic
back into flesh.
Or if I'm too far gone to turn back, but then you walked in.
I love you, I truly do
but you aren't strong enough
to carry both our worlds alone,
and I'm terrified to break such a
deeply good person as you.
So please, baby just go
leave me to sleep, when I'm in that hazy dream state
I can pretend that I'm dead, frozen, deep underground
without having to worry about you or the world that is bound to destroy us.
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
