An Explanation

poets are well disguised

thieves

that steal the ghosts

from your mind and

paste them to paper.

 

I can write

sentences

coated in soft shell

whispers of love.

lies

to draw attention away from

my watered down

soul.

 

It’s a yearning and an envy

that will always go

unfulfilled.

to feel love and honesty

instead of

permeating

nihilism.

 

so next time i

steal you

away,

or if you hear the sound

of shooting stars,

protect your heart

because it burns bright

and turns back to

oblivion.

 

you see,

for all you

feel

i bear merely a fraction of

emotion,

and i am unsure whether

i carry in my bones a curse

or a sort

of

immunity.



m.l.



The End

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