your first love is expecting
and I know it is not yours, because that one already
fell out of me.
I have problems differentiating
between what is something and what is nothing, but in my head,
it is a city now – there was no other place
large enough
to hold its beauty. like my empathy, my *******
conscience,
the guilt I take on of other people's sins
none of it ever leaked out from my skin. only dead cells,
I plead to do something for me –
if you must breathe
for another woman, as he did, become bigger
than a town
and make her feel everyone's pain too.
Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
your first love is expecting
and I know it is not yours, because that one already
fell out of me.
I have problems differentiating
between what is something and what is nothing, but in my head,
it is a city now – there was no other place
large enough
to hold its beauty. like my empathy, my *******
conscience,
the guilt I take on of other people's sins
none of it ever leaked out from my skin. only dead cells,
I plead to do something for me –
if you must breathe
for another woman, as he did, become bigger
than a town
and make her feel everyone's pain too.
