ROOM TO MISS ME.

i need to give you

room to miss me.

but the sirens

tell me 

distance is forever.

distance leaves room

for pregnant swells

to ache and throb

in fleshy mass

so wide

there will be no room

to reach for you

anymore.

it will push you out

on waves of pus

popped ! broken !

away from me.

and i do not want to face

the day

that you'd ever prefer

to be soaked in tears

from a vale i built

brick by brick

and stone by stone

walking under beating suns

with miles to go --

than be in the same room

as me.

Author's Note

Just check my photos.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Ok I checked your photos but I’m not sure what you want us to see. (I must say you look quite desirable in the short hair picture). Who are you pushing away in the poem? Husband? “It will push you out on waves of pus popped”. Boy that is a STRONG line. I think you may be the most, open vulnerable writer here and I applaud you for that.

[Emunah June.]

I had a bad argument with husband the other day, and he made mention in a text screenshot (which is in my photos) that some days he "doesnt have the energy to deal with me", and yknow, that really hurt. I feel like I am so full of trauma and sorrow that I make it his problem and Im terrified of pushing him away.

But I am so glad you liked my poem. I am in talks to publish a poetry book, so I am hopeful I will see something fruitful there.

[Michael Sun Bear]

I saw that photo. Thanks for the context, and you hang in there.

[Emunah June.]

I am trying my best, Michael. Believe me.

[Relic]

Being able to deconstruct and tear down feelings, examining all its parts is not easy to do. To explain how you're feeling like the amalgamation of a technician and a living breathing human takes talent. You've done a great job here. I like it.

[Emunah June.]

Thank you so much, Relic. This is probably the most heart-born piece Ive made in awhile. I think Im just looking for outlets.