change

Shadows splayed across the floor like bedsheets
I hope to the god you don’t believe in that you are not taking me
For granted.
11:33 PM and I am glad you are not dead
I imagine speaking at your funeral and I cry in front of my mirror
You have filled something in me I did not know was empty
I hope you are not taking me
As a fool,
Someone who loves and loves and gives but
I am paper to you
(I hope not)
I am afraid of being replaced, I watch my half reflections behind the sink
She has better skin than I do and only a glass life to live
How silly that she watches me think so much without speaking,
Her lips move when mine do.
I hope your words are more concrete than the ways my ears hear them
Because if not I will fade from your life and you will not fade from mine
I do not lose people. I cannot.
11:43 PM and you are reading my old poetry, a gift against the grief
I hope it makes you laugh the way you make me laugh
I wish I did not stick to things so vocally
And I am scared of leaving and losing something so clean and full of life
I hope that you are not seeing me as
Shadows
Spilling into your life before the sun changes
I hope when the sun changes the shadows do not run
I am scared that I will be alone again
I hope I made you laugh





This is mostly nonsensical I think. Poetry can be quite nonsensical, but I cannot tell if it is good or not. I cannot tell if my own poetry is good or not. It came from a genuine place in my chest and I hope that counts for something.