Poetry Pieces
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
(1.27.18)
Reagan Fleming