i've been drowning
in poetry lately,
because i think that's
the only thing that will
keep me afloat in this reality,
i've been drowning
in poetry lately,
because only the poets
know and understand
insanity like mine
see, a sane person would have
kicked you aside by now,
would have realized you're
no good for them by now,
would have declined your request for a second chance,
would have deleted you
from facebook...
do you remember when
i told you that the hard part
about writing a poem isn't
writing the poem, but
all the emotional work and
bravery behind it?
what i left out was that,
for the past month and a bit,
i've had to walk barefoot over
burning bridges just to get
you out of my system,
yet i held your hand
the other day because i
am insane and my heart
is too good for my own good,
i've been able to hydrate myself by swallowing all the tears
you have provoked...
i've been drowning
in poetry lately,
because poetry is confronting
but less cruel than you...
when i stand at a cliff's edge,
poetry is not the breeze
hissing behind my ear,
when i go to sleep,
poetry holds me, poetry says
"goodnight" and it means it
because i fucking deserve
an actual good night,
poetry lets me know
i'm not alone in my insanity,
i'm not alone,
not alone in loving this hard.
- a pain for the poets
- crimsyy
