It’s just that when i read books
boys describe being struck in the chest
as if love was a sword and a smile could slay them
it’s just when i asked you
what i meant
you didn’t see sleepy dragons or
shrugged and wiped my kiss off of your lips
being a poet means
i love being
hurt like this.
I have anxiety, intensified while driving. I have nightmares of causing an accident. I’m just learning, but I’m always frightened because I know I could destroy something in an instant. I can’t do it. I’m terrified.
thesoulpages || (c.n.p)