departed with my
heart and soul long ago
and the best parts of me
i given under breathy quips
to you
i am your baby
yes i am
no one fucks with me
unless they go through you
i know that look, you feel it too
breaths sharing flight
chests rising in unison
something holy
some things wretched
about this whole garden affair
YOU ARE READING
late night thoughts
Poetrysmall poems written hella late at night while in quarantine when my mind is racing in endless sentences and i cant help it
