the spider
perched in the corner
kept me company
as i showered
oh-
to be alone,
but not lonely
to be in the presence
of another,
and not be drained
my time is short
and though his is shorter
he spends his time
spinning a web-
creating art
what would he say -
if he could speak -
seeing me this
vulnerable?
-- i fear vulnerability
•••
didn't sleep well last night <3
i wish he would stop invading my dreams;
he already fills my every
waking
thought.
"her, because she makes life poetry, she turns every bit of it into art"
- butterflies rising
published: august 29, 2022
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Poetry**cover not mine <333 *COMPLETED* -- "words i never said" kind of feel -- a collection of some of my poetry- an outlet for me to release my emotions and thoughts and everything in between. all poems published are, in fact, mine. if something ive wro...
