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This is what it feels like
Before
I met you
everything
remained
in the air
I always
mastered
every deal
made to it
the way
nothing
came
close.
Sometimes
it angers me
how deeply
you pierce
into my skin
in the way
you remind me
I must sleep
in my bed,
in the way
you remind me
I should be
less like air
in the way
I want to grow
every broken
down root,
be less
violent to
my own
soul.
Published 19th May 2023
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19th May 2023 2:49pm
20th May 2023 5:23am
Dear A,
A whirlwind of intense passion. I really appreciated this because “be less
violent to
my own
soul.” Is my favorite past time. It’s nuts how much I can pulverize my own soul until someone I’m wild about tells me I’m worth something. Such a conundrum. But your poem isn’t. It’s great. H🌷
A whirlwind of intense passion. I really appreciated this because “be less
violent to
my own
soul.” Is my favorite past time. It’s nuts how much I can pulverize my own soul until someone I’m wild about tells me I’m worth something. Such a conundrum. But your poem isn’t. It’s great. H🌷
20th May 2023 11:53am
Echo the above comments.
What's a soul if not to be tortured?
Many ways to look at that equation..
BIG
What's a soul if not to be tortured?
Many ways to look at that equation..
BIG
