I could cry days for you,
weeks,
years.
I could cry you a new calendar,
a new generation,
a new slice of time in the sky,
salty enough,
to compensate your sweetness,
a place where’d you’d be the revered sovereignty,
and would ban my tears for eternity,
because you never cease to exist for me,
as long as I can cry for you.
Tag: sad
An ode to the bathroom.
I spent my childhood looking over my shoulder,
growing stiffer and colder,
afraid of my fragile soul being demeaned;
I would have rather no one intervened.
But, my bedroom was never a safe haven away from prying eyes and concerned looks
So whenever I was craving
a peaceful, private nook
To the bathroom I would spring,
my place to be understood.
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Lashanda Forsberg 