Poetry Pieces

Poetry Pieces

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.
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