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Jan 1
Please
Don’t tell them
The real reason
i’m not coming

We set the date and
It was firm it was hard plans
Which i am less dense than

Please
Don’t tell them
That i can’t-
i don’t want to see them
Their mouths wide and
The sunlight lining their lips
As they lick up life updates
The last 5 months slid
In and i came out empty
i have nothing
In me
To even wet their appetites

Tooth for a tooth
But i have
None of those left to exchange
Not even for a smile
(for the time being: i’m too rude)

Please
Don’t tell them
That i can’t-
i’m not able to see them
Recently i’ve been
Turning people into mirrors
So that i may better
Look at my own nothingness
Only with my back to them
And their gaze taken elsewhere
On the glare of a black phone
Screen i’ll spy
The breeze running
Through their lashes

Eye for an eye
But don’t give me
Yours
i’ll only be gazing
At that empty centre
At myself

Just let me hide
Please
Don’t tell me
That it’s bad for me   I know
Written by
zero sugar
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