sometimes,
i close my eyes
and dream of a world
different from ours,
a world
where things feel less broken,
a world
where golden stayed golden,
and love wasn't stolen.
so when i open my eyes,
i realize it was merely a dream,
and for a moment,
i wish i hadn't awakened.
When did skipping meals become a right of passage?
A secret society of sickness so many seek to squeeze into,
But really, not squeeze, rather slip.
i still hold you in my heart,
where it's safe,
and you have your place,
but every once and a while,
i feel you come out,
Comments
Lovely poem, keep writing!
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