they say hearts see ten times past vision
I’ve always felt sheltered by my glasses
troubled at letting go of things in front of me
managing to carry boulders when I weigh feathers
longing for the answer of not breaking at the stem
pleading to split down the middle
always dealt the smaller end
I will forever be a third of myself
if I count every step I took backwards
cars passing by as lines of light
and I know my direction is north
the hands around my waist
seem to spin me around clockwise
life having its middles
and I am reminded of my favorite novel’s end
I walked towards him like a withered rose
how am I looking in the mirror and blooming
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
they say hearts see ten times past vision
I’ve always felt sheltered by my glasses
troubled at letting go of things in front of me
managing to carry boulders when I weigh feathers
longing for the answer of not breaking at the stem
pleading to split down the middle
always dealt the smaller end
I will forever be a third of myself
if I count every step I took backwards
cars passing by as lines of light
and I know my direction is north
the hands around my waist
seem to spin me around clockwise
life having its middles
and I am reminded of my favorite novel’s end
I walked towards him like a withered rose
how am I looking in the mirror and blooming
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