By tiredartistt
“i don’t think i ever used to understand anything
but you taught me life
in the rawest way
your hands, they held me close
i wish that i could keep them
but they’re not mine
the paradoxes of who we were
so close, and still
we arrived here
mistakes piled
and while you loved
i shriveled
there is a crossroads i am at
a question of where myself went
face unrecognizable and dull
so changed and so much older
in the best and in the worst of ways
i couldn’t keep it together,
couldn’t love,
and for that i know that i am empty
undeserving
you can argue all you want
but i will bury myself in this hole
cover myself in dirt and worms
the soil will make me new again
again”