come to the crossing and still find yourself trapped
the only way left
is to turn

fuck continuity
when right becomes your new forwards
there is no "turning
back"

but i look out to the horizon
and all i see
are sunsets.
..in the wrong direction

AN: hi there. there's lots of new people and that's really cool. hello new friends from around the world! i'm glad you like my poems. also i write really sporadically so don't expect updates or things. they come when i'm sad or inspired