Crooked trees always brought crooked comfort
The peace after the empty bus stop
Where you used to stand
Leaves my view calmly
This time
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I could barely stand to imagine
Shaky legged walking through the aisles
And you happen to turn right into
My lane
And this time you're right there
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Heart beating my insides to death
How do I leave in a single piece
When you won't fuck off
Outta my dreams, subconscious,
Or now, my reality
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Fuck you.
How are you?
You really screwed me up.
What are you up to?
You've become the trauma on my shoulder.
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Pushing down
Down
Go down
Worthless
Fat
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I could barely stand
To imagine
The thought of you
Crooked vision
Going empty
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If I saw you again, walking towards me
How would I stop it all flooding back
After you've made me feel so small
And like I took up too much space
All at the same time, all the time
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My bent heart would still find the drop of care
To ask
If you're okay
See the scariest thing is,
That I’d still try to care
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Poetry has always held a special place in my heart. It’s what has held me together in times where all I could do is fall apart. If you’ve enjoyed reading, feel free to check out another poem of mine below.
About the Creator
Oneg In The Arctic
A queer storyteller and poet of arctic adventures, good food, identity, mental health, and more.
Co-founder of Queer Vocal Voices
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Comments (4)
"See the scariest thing is, That I’d still try to care". Been there. Long story, but was there for 9 years. I felt this. I remember the first time I read it it really hit me as well. I just love your poetry.
Well shit. This is so good. I found myself holding my breath until the end. Well done
Damn, Oneg. I felt this one down to my very core. That first line took my breath away. It was one of many. Thank you so much for sharing this. 💗
I loved this line, "You've become the trauma on my shoulder." Well done!