Words have always been my art:
They dance for me and sing for me;
They laugh for me and cry for me;
They are my paint and brushes;
They are my clay.
23 October 2018
OctPoWriMo 23 - Drown in Me
We used to come together like two opposite magnetic poles, drawn to one another no matter what. Our love was effortless, preeminent, claiming its place as a priority in our lives. You were enthralled by my thoughts and words, listening to me for hours on end as I rambled at length. Now, though I know you still love me, you fade away into your phone as I speak, losing yourself in things that are not me. The parts of my soul that I once shared with you easily are now hidden beneath dishes and laundry and cooking and TV.
The glassy surface
Hides the untold depths beneath
Will you drown in me?