'Young lady, why is your poetry so dark?'
I don't know good sir, it's probably because I have my insides at war.
Legit question asked to me today
She sat at the corner of my mind
Comfortably installing herself.
Many ways to interpret this. I'll leave it to you..
i stand before the reflecting glass
and glower at the green lights looming at me
my thoughts scamper
and i reach for anything
to **** the pain
As cool as the pale wet leaves
She lay beside me in the dawn.
The petals fall in the fountain,
the orange-coloured rose-leaves,
Their ochre clings to the stone.
I see butterflies.
I see colours.
*And I see you.
They remind me of him. Vivid and exuberant. Taking my breath away; stealing all hope I have for sanity.