elise.writer

I see you

I see you in the way the waves break onto the shore
and their tears fall into the undertoe, hidden
I see you in the broken ring from a gas station
that you left in my living room that looks like a moon

the echoes drained from my throat like
crimson gushing from the open wound
torn through my heart you cried and I
threaded the needle to pierce your tender
skin weary from my own venom that seers

Somewhere buried in the past, before time existed in any way, shape or form, four gods and goddesses resided over the green lands and blue waters.

I am privileged, and I am ashamed of it.

I live in a kind town
in a steady house.
I live with a loving family
and more than enough food
and clothing
and basic necessities.

Still, I cry at the slightest losses.

I am free. that is what matters for I
would never want to be chained by my own
perception of "should." I am
free.

I am wild. I jump and play and laugh and run
through the forests. I love my home that I reach