I needed something profound and you showed me a sunken ship the depths of which I had never known but that is so like you shining other people's lights for me to see the way
checking out poets I follow, led me to more light than I expected
I want your fingers digging into my skin. I want freedom. In the darkness of your eyes hides the light of God’s, shaking with fright after it saw what your mind is capable of doing. Free me.
i write to forget about you, but every sentence, every word, and every letter turns and shifts and twists and searches and cries and screams for you, but i write.