Poetry · Writing

Get Out

Pushed to the edge

talked ourselves to death

reflection you used to see

never looked alike to me.

Sayin’ what I wanted

not what I needed

going out my mind

good intentions(never good enough).

The dark light

the blazing ocean

you were a kaleidoscope

the future’s anchor.

Get out

of here

turn it around


or get out-

can we-

do you want to show me how?

The heat at the bottom

the light at the bottom

you were a kaleidoscope

a kaleidoscope.



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