by Ava Grace
I keep sticking my finger In the socket to feel something and i keep my hand on the stove to feel
something
But I keep coming back to you to feel this
I’ve been sitting out in the sun for too long and I can feel my insides turn to mush I can feel this soft spot,
soft spot, I have for you, It won’t go away
No matter what I do, you can get louder and bigger but it won’t change a thing
I wish it would but i’ll find a way back to this pain
I should know better, I should do better but i can’t
You have this pull on me, I can’t turn away
See me rotting waiting for you, feel me rotting waiting for you
I won’t stop waiting for you, rotting, for you
All these soft spots for you
About the Author:
Ava Grace is currently in her third year at Toronto Metropolitan University. Where she studies English, writing is a big passion of hers. As she often writes poetry in her free time. Ava has previously been published in her schools paper called The Eyeopener.