morgb96

I only know
how to write

sad things
sad songs
sad brings along

the anger,
the angst from my teens
my spiritual upbringing 
pummeled by dead things
in my soul 

my boy only knows 
how to love
sad me, 
bad me,

contain me
in the rigidity 
of the cruelty I imbue 
on myself

the capacity 
for sociability 
has fled and flown 
south like a snowbird

I think I’m spiraling
it’s so exciting 
knowing that the only 
one I want to know 
finds me so inspiring 

go find another muse
while I tear into 
this great deep blue