Fade out and turn to the wind.
Tingle my skin with your space
until it hurts. Break me like it's
a habit. Wreck my moods with
your downs. Push me into your
between and your indecision
Take me out, take me through
your thoughts until I'm filthy with
your bruises and dirt. Ruin
my feelings. But please
talk about goodbyes. Closures ache
before the dust soothes it, but silence
starts over every morning I wake up.
DU LIEST GERADE
dirt & human
PoesieThis collection has the dirt for my grave and my soul for God but when it rains there's meaning for my muddy heart. (Some of the poems are older and published already, I moved them to this collection, so if you recognize a poem that's why.)
