Not the weight of you


My heart beats hollow and I crave a journey

an unknown land and strangers for friends

children at my feet and more lovers than I can count

and a tent in the woods.

The warmth of this sun is superficial, I know

Like being in your arms after a long day at work

without you even asking how it's been.

And I grow tired of orbiting around you,

tired of spinning like a dervish

tired of the dogma of you.

I crave mountains, deserts and beaches,

and places you would never set foot.

But most of all I crave me,

myself

beneath the weight of someone else.

 

 

The End

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