Your presence presents an inconsistency in the balance of hormones that keep me alone
You give me seconds of irreplaceable moments
That end with no momentum
yet each gives me hours of less sleep
And I still reserve myself to reticence
for lack of a better way to tip toe
court your porcelain heart
I am what I write,
I only wish you would read me.
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
