i dance (version one)
what is a song?
a repeated rhythm that can get stuck in your head?
if that is true then
i dance around the truth
the problems
the words
the waiting.
i dance to
the sound of the trees
tapping of my fingers on a phone screen
squeaking of shoes on a gym floor.
i dance to
the number five
the arms of my friends wrapped tight around me
the turn of a page.
i dance to the tired eyes
i dance to the laughter
i dance to the tears
i dance to smiles that sometimes are still a little too hard
i dance to late nights and early mornings
i dance to the calling of my name
i dance.
here's to being alive.
tw: ed
i dance (version two)
what's a song?
a repeated rhythm that can get stuck in your head?
if that's true then
i dance around the truth,
the problem,
the words,
the thoughts.
i dance to the sound of
bare feet on a scale and
the pouring of water and
the keys on my computer as i look up the calories.
i dance to the tears
i dance to the laughter
i dance to the brief ecstasy
i dance to the growl of a stomach in the morning
i dance to starvation
i dance.
i dance until i am too weak to even stand,
i dance until i collapse.
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JE LEEST
Dregs
PoëzieDregs: the most worthless part or parts of something. This is a collection of poetry I've written over the last few years as I try to figure out who I am, what I want, and how to get it without killing myself in the process. I'll put trigger warning...