soon you will be leaving your man

angel syndrome's picture

when i look at my wrist
and find it handcuffed to his absence,
i realize that he hasn't gotten better,
just better at hiding:
a cloud mouth,
mist rolling off a tongue

i fear his god(s)
i don't need the fear of hell
or the promise of heaven
i don't need the needle
or to redeem myself
for what i've done

i find myself insensitive
callous, distant
to things that made me safe
but i cry
at anything sharp

i am prey
half-bunny,
hiding in holes
smoking grass

if i could hunt
i might be free

"though the panic is gone
i am now offended
why should i be so helpless
rising with one wave
and falling with the next"
- Rumi

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poetic_star's picture

quite sad but still

quite sad but still mesmerizing. I like how the flow and rhythm of this line: "i find myself insensitive
callous, distant
to things that made me safe
but i cry
at anything sharp"

and this phrase "handcuffed to his absence" is really unique and romantic :D