remove this persona
be yourself
wildly
in the heat of the moment
and burn those letters
you wrote to that unfortunate soul,
so dismantled
that you left the windows opened and the moon
wandered in slowly, stealthy
made love with your helplessness
and the cigarettes you burned
and the ashes you buried
those bruises you hid
and the lessons you learned
forgive
for the world is not your pandemic
you
survive for your own sanity
and the world exists for your pleasure
there is no why
only now
and the beginning
YOU ARE READING
Ink Stains
PoetryA collection of musings from my heart that doesn't stick to a certain genre but mostly writes on heartbreak, depression, sadness, loneliness... of course masked under heavy abstract and metaphorical imageries. It might not be your simple poem to...
