and then this

Jun 14, 2011 00:05

Don't answer this.
My voice is frustrated, confused scattered all over
and I can't figure out where the pieces go
how the lines line up and you are the one
you were the one who made sense
to answer the questions who just might
I thought
feel what I was trying to say when the words
weren't really falling into place.
I overestimated your wisdom and my voice
was crammed back down my throat in a collision
of violent confusion startled and I am left
with a solace of daisies
in the untenable space between wanting
to push the whole world out and slam the door
or longing to run
for the comfort of caring arms.

poems

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