Poetry Pieces

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I knew I should've written it down;

I lost my thoughts again

think I was right thinking

too much into it

I float

I exist in the tornado

eyes once searching, 

now vacant lots to a 

dilapidated building

I like your brokenness.

mine,

just as deep.

I am waiting for the floor to crumble

the ceiling to collapse 

not knowing which step is final

which ankle will roll this time

like coffee is my bloodline,

I'm nervous everywhere; 

waves come crashing, no

stillness in the waters today

for now, I'm perfectly happy 

being not so happy about

being not so happy

Reagan Fleming