I feel death wash over like a sea.
My head is down,
I pray for an older version of me.
I feel love whip over like a tree.
My head is up,
I pray for a world where I am free.
I feel euphoria wash over in me.
My arms are up,
I pray for the skin I wish to steal.
I pray I am not forgotten.
I pray that I'm real.
I pray that the people I love
won't be disappointed in me.
I pray for money.
I pray for the greed.
I pray for the drive to live
to give myself the future I seek.
I pray for God.
I pray for Them to love me.
I pray that when I die I won't burn
For being queer and happy.
I pray for love.
Love, return to me.
Enough to give to myself
For the days hurting myself is easy.
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WRITTEN. // poetry
PoetryA collection of poems I've written. Kind of just a public therapeutic thing, honestly. ____ [All poetry is written by myself. I take what I write very seriously and I will go to extreme measures to make sure that nothing in this compilation is stole...
