by Jaden G., 18
hold me instead.
let me sink in my sorrow.
keep my head above water
where i can breathe.
beloved, you can’t stop me
from drowning by teaching me
how to swim
from the safety of the shore.
–
you tugged on the thread
of my secret
and unraveled it all.
it is sharp and thorny,
cacophonous as it spills out.
i can tell you didn’t mean to
by the way you’ve frozen.
its edge will slash
through your soul
if you dare move.
–
tempests can’t conform
to the structures of language.
words remain
just
out
of
reach
Fort Collins, Colorado
Bridge Ink 