CALL IT A PRAYER OR A WISH EITHER WAY YOU'RE NOT LISTENING
my eyes will not enchant you
friends will not ask why can't you
escape pervading thoughts of me
like a stream dreaming shots of sea
you will not wonder how i cross a room
as if it were the sky and i the moon
you will not puzzle over me instead
of questions of how the stars got overhead
and i will not shake you
you decide i won't break you
the way you've
broken me
This poem is about:
Me