“No” slips off your tongue like gravy
How you do that amazes me
I say “yes” because then
I think
Just maybe
I will belong
But for how long
Listen to the creak of the door
Your t-shirt has holes in it but you keep it anyway
I’ve been in your house
Tried to leave something behind
So the thought of me will float in your mind
I can smell the earth after it rains
I wear that perfume every day
To remind me I have choices
When there are too many voices
It’s time for me to go
Into the woods
To live in a hollowed out tree
Sip from a stream
Wet moss and termites
I’m afraid of turning into my parents
I can’t keep my eyes open
So much pain
On every level
Level with me
Are you real
Because I can’t see
Very far in front of me
This lovesick legacy
Has left my heart closed
The wolves are close
It’s the year for fighting
More than ever before
Twigs in my hair
Dirt under my nails
Freshly sharpened knife
My friend for life
End of days
Are near
And I can hear
Footsteps behind me
Lying
Dying
I was left on tenterhooks at the end…”I’m afraid of turning into my parents” is a line that has embedded itself into my mind as a child. It’s only right to draw a line where you know you can go so far.
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Wow. This is beautiful ❤
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Lovely and haunting
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