You feel like the inevitable storm—
one that destroys everything in its path.
You feel like the pain—
a car crash aftermath.
You feel like a warm Summer day—
the heat, the breeze, even the shade.
You feel like a river—
so calmly flowing against its current.
You feel like the pull of a cigarette at night—
the burning of the lungs, the temporary high.
You even feel like the last sip to intoxication—
the numbness, the bliss, the blank canvas.
You feel like everything I've always wanted to be—
everything I desire, everything I need.
YOU ARE READING
In My Skin
Poetrya series of words stitched together as a result of my brain vs my heart. enjoy.
