Poetry: A Crumbling Planet.
poetry comes to me in depression,
blank fills my brain in sadness,
panic reaches to me and holds my hands,
refusing to let me go,
I wish her hands were those of the woman I loved, but they aren't,
Panic holds me tightly, as if I'm her one true love.
I want to be free, but these demons are also a part of me,
they go with me, sometimes in complete silence,
other times, they are a raging storm and I'm out of control.
I guess that's freedom too.
I want to love, I want to hate, filled with both, I know how to freely give them.
but I smell love, I live for her, she's my lover reminding me of who I am,
she's my friend telling me to take deep breaths,
Holding my hands and sitting with me in tears.
she holds me together
that I don't fall apart when my a planet in my universe falls apart.
