What I am

What am I?

If I leave no trail-
if my existence dwindles…

Not for me to decide,
or you.
Or him, or her
or them.

I am human-

Grass between toes

Fire consuming heart

Water racing in veins

Air inflating lungs

Life is in me.

ink

I don’t write poetry-

My heart pumps ink through my veins and it bleeds out of my fingers to fill an empty page.

I’d like to return this

I went in to get a refund for your friendship but they said I’d already passed the 30 day policy. Then they refused when I asked if I could exchange you for credit.

You were in the bargain bin, a final sale, the one that sat for years and didn’t budge on the shelf. Collecting dust.

How did I end up with you?

I’d donate you, but I’d feel bad knowing about your personality dysfunction.

What to do?

what to do…