Poems from okoesel
my eyes leak
like the old pipes here
a little bit broken
unless you angle them right
but i’ve been off kilter
since you left
bent me out...
the first goodbye is hardest
and the second is easier
once you get used to leaving
walking away is numbed
but i was never the one to walk...
what we have
is a cautious love
as though one misstep could make me fall
but i've already fallen for you
you take my hand
and my breath...
and i can't love you the way i should
the way you deserve
though i want to
i'm just scared
scared that loving me,
the broken mess that i...
and i have anxiety terrors, you know, the ones that have you shooting upright at two in the morning because
oh shit, you said something...