Listless airwaves
wreak havoc across
my sun scorched
landscape.
I bend into
snapdragon
position,
lilt like August wheat
and regroup,
regenerate
my amphibious
limbs.
But I am not bold
or strong
or any of those things
that you said
when you were trying
to talk me back
from the precipice
of my jagged mind.
I am pigeon toed
and meek,
stuffing sticky sweet
secrets
into the cracks
of my palms
and turning my face away
from the lights.
I am not,
I am not
any of those things
that you said,
but I'm trying;
Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Listless airwaves
wreak havoc across
my sun scorched
landscape.
I bend into
snapdragon
position,
lilt like August wheat
and regroup,
regenerate
my amphibious
limbs.
But I am not bold
or strong
or any of those things
that you said
when you were trying
to talk me back
from the precipice
of my jagged mind.
I am pigeon toed
and meek,
stuffing sticky sweet
secrets
into the cracks
of my palms
and turning my face away
from the lights.
I am not,
I am not
any of those things
that you said,
but I'm trying;
