IT’S WORLD POETRY DAY!
So here’s a poem I wrote a while ago:
illusions: you took my hand and told me the moon belonged to people like me, even though you didn’t
happiness: lust, or something like it, in the middle of the calm sea with people who taught you how to fly
pressure: you thought I could be what you needed, but I’m this- a tired soul at the bottom of your shoe, a regretful morning in the wrong bed, your own personal thunderstorm
sadness: a 200 pound weight on my shoulders and a 2 pound weight on yours
reality: I’m on a crowded plane, the gentleman next to me is getting drunk, and none of this is as romantic as it seems