you once told me you felt sorry for the people that don’t understand poetry. i agreed until i realised they might be the lucky ones; maybe not everyone needs pretty words and soft sentences
to forget they are hurting and maybe not everyone sees their insides as a burning metaphor for all the feelings
that are exploding in their veins. maybe their hands never shake so hard it feels like they are trying to get rid of the body they
are attached to. maybe not everyone needs poetry to be reminded how to breathe. ( and i'm sorry if you do but i do too )
YOU ARE READING
lost;
Poetrythere should be stars for great wars like ours. there ought to be awards and plenty of champagne for the survivors. [ poetry #1 18/12/14 ]
