Wounded and Insane (Poem #56)

Just like a lipstick stain on a cup
I can remove you,
but I’d rather not

Just like a bump on the road
I can swerve to the other side
but I’d rather feel the fright

Just like another shot of vodka
I can decline
but I’d rather take it down
and then another one in a gulp

I can pack my bag
ride a bus
and heal the wound by myself
but I’d rather not

I’d rather get wounded the second time
if that means I can touch you,
all over again

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Forever Winter

Just reading and writing my way out of this messy adult life! I have transitioned from having piles of notebooks stacked underneath my bed from writing on the internet and allowing people worldwide to read.

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