Poem – “This Mask for me” – Loneliness Poetry – 7/26/2022

Something had told
me, to never push
you against your scars,
against those cliffs,
where you keep yourself
seated, while weeping
waterfalls in a drought.

I never told myself
to not force you to bleed.
I kept you open,
hoping that I would close
with darkness over
these eyes that burn.

Delusional. Inside a
sentence, that promises
some other page
in a book with vast hopes,
with long tunnels
towards another entrance.

You will find arms
more comforting than
what wires you
to disconnection.

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