Do I bring you burden
when I trace those words between your shoulder blades?
Is your back heavier? Is there a weight
that never fades?
I hope,
and I wish not.
For both delicately and harshly written phrases on your soft jacket is my screaming without being heard.
And, god, it feels so good to scream.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
