Our love is not toxic
Not as toxic as
The patterns we use
To keep it alive
Our love is pure
Fresh as a neatly
Ironed white petticoat
We hold hands
In the darkness
We are both scared
Waking up is so hard
Better to stay in Wonderland
Playing out our misadventures
My fingers shake
So many disappointments
Words unspoken
Misinterpreted
The days are both
Long and short
We are aware of time passing
It is like grazed skin
Raw and broken
We hope one day to heal
Perhaps it is too late
Never
She whispers
As we both shiver
We curl up back to back
On the red bed
Wait for sleep
Fear the nightmares
How wonderful it would be
To be free
To wish for brighter things.
I too hope for healing for you and the freedom to wish for brighter things.
ReplyDelete"Better to stay in Wonderland
ReplyDeletePlaying out our misadventures"
So many hide in the safety of this sanctuary.
Have a good Friday Jae
Much💛love
Never too late - Alice is right. Wishing for brighter things for you, Jae, and certain they will come.
ReplyDeleteWhen things are so hard and scary I'm glad you have something to love and hang on to.
ReplyDeleteI am envisioning the 'curled up back to back on a red bed' waiting for sleep to come .... this is a fascinating poem, Ms. Jae.
ReplyDeleteSo true, it’s the patterns we maintain that are toxic.
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