Tag: morning


Poetry & Prose December 12, 2019

love me when i’m weak
talk to me or something

being is like breathing, and i’m heaving through the rhymes
reading written feelings didn’t satisfy my mind

and as i come undone
i’ve forgotten loving

lifeless definitions are the forrest i can’t pass
trees i built my life upon, i watch as they collapse


oh, icarus; my blood
do you carry something