It is difficult.
I had so much invested
in you being the one
who messaged my
gray temples because
when you hug me
and don’t call me
stupid I feel safe
I never felt that with anyone else
even sitting by myself
I don’t feel so safe
so that’s the problem, Henry
I don’t know where you are
I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs.
Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write
lovers tell zingers and often break hearts
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2 thoughts on “It Is Difficult”
thank you poeticgrin. i am glad you read my poems and comment. thank you.
Those last three lines, where you make it so intensely personal, like we shouldn’t be hearing your confession of weakness… that’s some good stuff.