i am afraid of the light
lifting from the crown of my head
of us together waiting for so much more
of the tension and flickering touch
just afraid of the way of us being
us being close
forcing myself to say something i dont mean
i know youll take me with you if i ask
its been long enough now that i dont cry
when i talk about it
but at night when the silence is inside me
the things i keep away come crying
people are so hard to want sometimes
its just so hard to want
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my darkest mind
Poetryoh, my darkest mind, still as you incarnadine me in vain, you behold me as i fall. deeper, my darkest mind, roiling in fury, the fever you gift me, pain that befalls me, obsidian once sharp had since dulled to reveal the rectification of what used...
