A Poem Written Where You Last Stood
too tired to deal
too strung out to heal
too tardy to seal
too nauseated to keep down my last meal
i find relief in doing nothing
i find solace in tasting the blood between my split bottom lip
i find peace in pretending that i simply do not exist
i hide from the all-too-clear truth that you are no longer here
i present myself as a constructed version of many broken pieces of my self
there are days that i wanna fly
there are nights my final landing to be right here....where you last stood....
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