i am constantly
on the verge of
creating my
own ocean
full of all
the things
i never let myself
feel.
fill the beach
with my
failed expectations
and invite tourists
to the
saddest show
on earth.
lay out your
blanket
and watch
me sweet with discontent.
let the waves of my
melancholy
carry you into
"you've been through so much"
sailboats
that take me
farther into solitude.
i am unraveling.
i don't know
if i'm coming back.
i'm afraid that
maybe i won't.
someone
new
is scabbing over the old me.
new skin.
is this healing?
is it supposed to hurt?
if this is
my new safe space
why am i
spinning
further away
from the me
i recognize?
is everyone watching?
is anyone watching?
can
you
see me?
About the Creator
Iman Milner
birthed by jazz, raised by hip hop---i am the girl tupac told to keep her head up and the bitch miles warned would brew. i write because i am far too often silenced and my pen lets me scream.
Instagram: @imannmilner
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