Myck S .

Trapped in ceramic China blue.

How can you love a soul

You’ll never truly touch?

This wild girl is living all

Her dreams.

Trying to feel alive by walking the line.

In the arms

Of a lover

But he doesn’t have a name.

They come one by one,

Another and then another.

I’m so sick of feeling like this.

Do I just wait for one to stay?

How many times your lips blessed mine.

It’s easier to remember

And too painful to forget.

Why did I find so much security

In your arms?

Why do I still constantly think of you?

But a worse day to be you.

I’m wailing through the pain,

While you’re choking on your truths.

You were never meant for this Earth.

Into tattered fabrics of time.

I cannot open doors

That are not mine.

In the arms

Of a lover

But he doesn’t have a name.

They come one by one,

Another and then another.

I’m so sick of feeling like this.

Do I just wait for one to stay?

Written by me, M.S. ~ 23.02.2021

Photo by me ~ Gladstone, ND

Mourn the thought

Of morning kisses

And dusk caresses.

But nothing will be as sweet

As finally unshackling

My happiness

From your

Grip.