today is the day
i give up. i don't
expect to be
fully happy
ever again. a year ago
i would have stuck
my arm in the sideways blink
of the elevator doors expecting
some form of human
or mechanical pity.
today is the day i started to think
those doors are probably gonna close
on me.
on me.
1 comment:
Your poetry makes me cry...but in a good way. It is so raw and real.. Thanks again!
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