In Here
I'll come when I can
Out there,
in the spaces between the hurry,
I want to unfold my pieces,
disappear—
dirt absorb me,
tiny ants crawling.
In here,
I’ve stop taking in information,
no space left,
for any more content.
Wordlessly,
I find you lovely,
I want to tell you every part I love—
does my intention ever reach you?
Do you mistake it for disinterest?
In here,
it’s sharp, twisting and broken—
the pain echoes,
it surrounds me,
I think maybe you mean well.
Yearning for you to hold
the same kind of love that
once held you underwater,
because
I’ll come when I can
won’t save me like you want it to.
Someone else
might have loved me harder,
disregarding practical limitations,
instead—
their eyes on fire screaming
just say when.
Getting It Wrong
You thought it would be okay
to be gone,
lighter
bright and empty.
Without the weight
of doing what you should,
and never having clarity —
never knowing what that means.
Protection
You don’t see
where I cut you,
only where blood lands —
let it sting
let it burn
give me the benefit of the doubt.
I trap myself
but you’re the one
who must let me out.
Beautiful one <3
The shift between ‘out there’ and ‘in here’ hit me hard, like two completely different states of being, and you captured both so precisely. ‘I’ll come when I can’ won’t save me like you want it to, that line is everything. Thank you for writing this.