The burning structures crawl anxiously
Through the lids and the eyelashes.
I resist what the day brings.
Breath is short, chest tight, and my mind
Wants to reject all that flows in the circle.
One who loves me seems to dismiss
All that I am. I think of all of the lovers
She has and I know I am but a trinket.
I don’t know her lovers, but I think
They must be better. She claims she loves me
Unconditionally. I don’t think she lies,
But I cannot be good enough.
I’m unsuitable for all that burns,
And change won’t fix me,
But I clearly need change.
#1 by Evelyn on May 17, 2013 - 8:42 pm
“I’m unsuitable for all that burns,”
biting. mind poking…
passion? anger? speed? friction?