
I was in so much pain
I was missing you
Then I realized you left me with your garbage
Strewn about in my space
Discarded with no regard
I was left to figure it out
I pricked my finger on your prickly nature
I bled green dots
Envious of your obliviousness
Missing you despite yourself
I need to find a solid path
Must avoid the landmines you left in the sand

Categories: Culture, mental health, poetry, Psychology





1 reply »