perhaps one day
instead of trying to find yourself
somewhere among
mountain trails blanketed by a winter snow
or hiking across a lifeless, scorching desert
you'll find yourself
in the dunes of my vertebrae
and the high cliffs of my laughter
perhaps one day
instead of seeking therapy
for your unnerving and infuriating anxiety
with a man who knows a whole lot of words
and a bottle full of numbing nothings
your hands will hold mine
and your heart will freeze in a way
no one ever said
could be
good
really short and kind of incomplete... I haven't written poetry in a really long time and I think I kind of forgot how to. I've never been one for nice words and meaningful paragraphs, so I'm trying to learn.