He’s a mess
[might have been a little before]
doesnt like how it feels
loves how its satisfied
talk about inappropriate
peddles his shame
in safety
to strangers
cant put the phone down
tries to breeze on through
without getting cut
but cant stop himself
peering in darkened creases
awash in cartoon shadows
drawn long by the rising sun
[or is it setting]
tiptoeing through broken glass
to get a piece of something
that for some reason
were not allowed to call love yet
Author notes
collab with Acari27
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Comments
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I like it, last stanza the most. I am no expert in this type of poetry so I can't criticize. But I enjoyed the expressions and words, also I liked the form. Thanks for the share.
~Noor
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