Poetry Pieces

I knew I should've written it down;

I lost my thoughts again


think I was right thinking

too much into it


I float

I exist in the tornado


eyes once searching, 

now vacant lots to a 

dilapidated building


I like your brokenness.

mine,

just as deep.


I am waiting for the floor to crumble

the ceiling to collapse 

not knowing which step is final

which ankle will roll this time


like coffee is my bloodline,

I'm nervous everywhere; 

waves come crashing, no

stillness in the waters today


for now, I'm perfectly happy 

being not so happy about

being not so happy


Reagan Fleming