"isn't that something you want?" she asked. "no" i replied. "what i desire cannot be given. only by providence can that which is unattached be realized and only by letting go can it be integrated." "well then...", she said with a smile, "...perhaps it's time, hmmm?" and at that she folded in on herself over and over like complex origami until she became a butterfly.
then she fluttered into my chest and took root in my heart like a seed.
she grows there now like a low moon lover bathing in moonshine, dripping in starlight, changing in the glow.
unattached; the deadliest affliction not connected to anything, anyone not owning a reason, to stay to see a glimmer of hope in your friend's smile your father's words your mother's hug nothing it wouldn't be worth it
I'm emotionally detached, in twenty nine days ninety panic attacks, I see through your eyes, straight to your past, the times that you meant it when you really laughed. Your crescents hate light, and descend through the day, I'm deciding my mind between painful and sane, dividing a line between not okay and opaque. I know my life's doubtful, more mournful than most. Lost in translation as feeling the least, a leash on my brain and one sense of release. I wanna meet sharpness to puncture my breath, rather than losses I can't reconnect-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
This poem is about how unattached I am from myself. I hope it makes sense