GARFLIED
4.15.20
let this be a lesson to you all
never assume the life you had is the life you’ll have going forward
look at that – look at what you’ve done little fox
tapping into your magic
you re-write your blueprint
everything comes at a price
this start line is also so your finish line, so here it is.
hold your losses close
hug them to your chest
suffocate them with your fear your longing
that anticipatory sadness you are
so familiar with
hold them so close to melancholy you can
only gasp them into shaking breaths
love them more dearly and tenderly than you ever have before
and when you’re done holding on
when your shoulders hurt from carrying them
when your arms are sore from lifting and your fingers are cramped fists
let go
dancer
no one is ever fully graceful – miss-steps happen.
I don’t resent you
breath me out now.
apollo
who taught me healing cuts deep
you bled me
left me lonely
looking in the mirror it was you who made me fall in love with insides
fortuna
reading this hurts – avert your gaze if you wish
the small fox on the shelf was never truly tender
there was never effort to build bridges – sever that tie
you chose to know me less and less