sensibility

you are all my winters, summers and falls,
you are a death and a life
that leaves me again and again in a state of decay with unhealthy inclinations

there’s something crude
about your consistent resurrections done without care in rebirth
that makes me question my sense of self

i sleep-
waiting for a spring to overcome
the cold hold you have on me

• heartbreak
• lesbian
• poem
• poems
• poetry
• queer
• thoughts
• unhealthy
• writing