second last chapter. the last chapter will be published today itself.
dedicated to brokenwriter01 for her inspiring words!
twenty-eight: as i am
news to my future:
you'll soon have no voice
( i resent this skin, my body
made out of wasteful tin, ain't no rhapsody;
there'll be such torture
you'll have no choice.
(my body turned against me
too soon, too fast; it was
not a tragedy
(i did not become a star, the sun
or a constellation
(i became this illusion;
a trick of ventriloquism.
hopes bleed out; no bandage,
dreams crumpled at life's edge.
now i travel from head to head,
heavy with words that i never said,
heavy with hoarded love;
i am not mine, i am not yours;
only waiting for someone
to love me for as i am
but not who i am.
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2 ; under the drops | ✓
Poetry― [poetry] ― ― de·sire \ di-ˈzī(-ə)r, dē- \ to long or hope for ━━━ ❝under the drops she tries, to hide her tears she cries, hoping the pouring rain, will wash away her endless pain.❞ ― a collection of dark poems. lowercase intended. ― book II o...
