Obituary to The Skins I’ve Shed.
There’s nothing left now
Of the world we built
Broken vows and burnt down bridges
must move forward
apathetic- it makes no difference
to a broken hearted lover
validation- grant myself permission
to embrace without apprehension
Winding roads and a steady mission
Mission
Mission
Missing Past lives
cemetery of all I’ve let slipped
N all I feel
Are
Lovers I’ve never mourned
reflections not of equal or
I sit in shallow waters
Pleading for more
too scared of my own fears to leave the shore
must I let go
Of everything I was
in order to dream bigger?
ever since I tasted loss it’s grown into a sick addiction
To the pain of crippling numbness
drunk off the scent of this beautiful depiction
I’m off- to chase the dragon, this time I must not return.
I die a little death each parting ways
closing my heart with guarded walls as I weed new growth away
I cannot stand to love
When I know the price of the reward
Is equal to the pain.
I am a burning city
Running wild.
With all of this, I wake to see another day,
With all of this, I am okay.






























