Stamped Feet

I wish

I could

Take it back

All this time

That’s gone

To waste

Now

You’ll never know

Who I am

Because of

A choice

Made in haste

Embarrassment

I didn’t think

I could fuck things up

Any more if I tried

But then I got drunk

And kissed you back

And now I want to die

The Pact

How very dare

You go up there

Without taking me

Don’t you care

Can’t you see

That’s where I’m

Supposed to be

428 Days Later

Never
before
have I
been so
trapped

In
such
a rigid
dichotomy

Between
being so
physically
restrained

Yet
emotionally
feeling
so free

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