Tight
(Originally Written January 2019)
Across the room is a happier universe,
and I'm being exiled,
and I'm being shipped off,
and the next space station is familiar
and a prison.
Across the room is a king with power,
and he's fought many wars.
He decided to send the princess packing.
I didn't need the guillotine to bleed—
I never saw the sword coming.
I never saw the sentencing,
but knew the steps that sent me.
I cannot breathe,
I cannot scream,
I cannot bear to live—
but I must.
I must.
Wasn't I a person before him?
Sweet confusion
Sweet confusion
For kisses,
For affection,
For closed off feelings
And leaving the room when I enter.
For occupying one last week
And realizing—
you can't fix anything.
Damn.
I built an ocean that evaporated,
I churned the illness
and turned it sweeter with food.
I made love to pride,
and decided to live for myself.
Without him,
Aren't I still a person?
Across the room is a happier universe,
and I hate to see it progress.
I hate to let it go,
I hate that I fell in love,
and he's promising I'll be back.
Across the room is a man
happily marching to freedom
and being coldly cordial
and showing me I won't be missed
and making fun of one last week,
one confusion at a time.
I wish,
I wish,
I wish that I could lose my human self
and scream one good time:
Bloody, painful, hurt murder.
I wish that I could be my broken self
and stop acting like I'm gonna maintain.
About the Creator
Veronica Williams
Chicagoan in TN. Currently married to the night and looking for coffee.
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