Friday 26 October 2018

Inside Out

FUCK THE SONNET
my feelings are searing
the walls of my brain
if he knew what you did
that you planned it all
without him
every year he was there
every year invited
he would be heartbroken
that you excluded him
he's been excluded
all his life
you know I love him
more than myself
and even with normal
i need patience
to keep my feet on the floor
but this has broken me
my feelings for you
which were once Gardenias blooming
are now bulrushes
in the fall
spent and blowing
away on the wind

4 comments:

  1. I don't know what bulrushes are, but I can totally imagine after reading this poem. Great catching of a heavy vibe.

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  2. i love the title. brings back painful memories of betrayal

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