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is heartbreak even an
option anymore.

i read book after book on
suburban dissatisfaction, on
disconnectedness.
i had friends who spoke of how they trusted
no one.
we are steel, they said.
i could not understand.

i fell in love with
a man who cringed when
i kissed him on the street.
he claimed it was better his way and
i could not understand.

and now i’m living in that corner over
there behind some wooden crates and
don’t shine the light on me.

ed. note: i do not claim to be a poet.  this might be reminiscent of terrible high school poetry, but i’m being brave and throwing it out there anyway.

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