do you need to relate with me and my words to feel something?
do you desire to feel something new?
something different?
or something of your choosing?
will you let yourself feel what is, "negative"?
will you cut the anchor free before you hypothetically sink?
poetry is meant to express
what many unfortunately keep unsaid,
not because they have to keep it, but because,
more unfortunately, it falls on deaf ears.
yet when our words are real
unwillingly, painfully, happily, exuberantly real
we choose to indulge only when
it pertains to us. when we pertain to it.
when our worlds overlap,
what i call the point of purple.
we pride ourselves on empathy
we pride ourselves on emotions of the deep
but skim the surface to create
just another platform for us to feel "good".
sit with me
sit with how real this is
sit with your unwillingness to read any further
evan past where you wanted to be
sit with your painful desire of scrolling past
sit with your motionless hands, with motionless fingers
sit with yourself in silence
sit with me in silence
and tell me how you feel
tell me you feel real
tell me, we're real.