crushed
Published in
May 6, 2023
Why do i write poetry
It would be easier to drink this cup of water
finish my glass of wine
wallow in the feeling of not having
you almost came over
the elation of yes
I woke to a change of plans
Crushed.
It would be easier to not want
stuck in my stories about not being want-able
Too much too much
my wanting embarrasses me, i am ashamed of my animal.
I try to write my desire
But there are so many words
and too many wounds
So i sit with this awful ache and I write a poem
Passing the time
Waiting to not want.