Would you still love me
If I broke in half?
And would you still want me
If I came in last?
© Delia Ross. 2022 / @poeeternal
Sitting at the VA writing him rhyme ✍️
When I was age 10, I had a dream about a blonde haired, blue-eyed boy from Maine or Maryland, and he was driving down a long road on a motorcycle.
I knew he was the one from my dream when we met in my 20s briefly
Even if I lose all my teeth, I’m still gonna wanna suck his fucking cock…
John was willing to be broken in half to carry on with his life
I know I’m just a dying fantasy
Clinging to hope
He’s young and has the world
I keep having visions of hanging from a tree and him finding me 😑
John would’ve kept crawling if he could…
“I’m not where I thought I was”
“I thought it was going to open up”
“Why did you put me here”
On a positive note, it’s warm today. Hot warm.
I called the skate park. I don’t need safety equipment.
I’m in good spirits despite no self-worth
Whatever you do, don’t get the vaccine or flu shot
Don’t do it…
One response to “Half (poetry)”
The motorcycle signified danger and adventure perhaps 🤔