Slow to find
your fibred clothes
aren’t pressed colors
against your porous skina method
a bloom
this isn’t a poem
it’s a reminder
doctrine to some
scoffed at by some
in the granola section of grocery storesbut if I lean in to kiss
there’s nature to this too
and if you don’t bend…
I will spare no expense
in donating fallen leaves,
granite in their weight,
laden with the regard
for the harried feelings
you shoulder.Intent is painful
when truth is
scary.
bottled it up
prayed that you’d help me
with the logistics of setting
everything free
‘cause you told me
“It gets harder to breathe
and when you need it most
you’ll know when to…
be me.”
with all the pain ive been put through with sports and old injuries getting reinjured and whitley passing away and her being on my mind i cant sleep. this week has been torture.
</3 10/25/10 Whitley Gwisdalla you will be missed.
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