GRIEF Poem by Madeline Koski

I can be comfortable
if my lunacy created my account of you.
At least my heart being occupied –
sick, at the thought of your absence
keeps me away from those
who want my heart to be sick with their presence.
I hurt you
Because I do not understand how to be close to you
without betraying who I think I am.
Nothing scares me more than being safe.
Running fleeing flying fills my time
since my heart first lost love that should have always been there.

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