“If Ignorance is Bliss, ‘Tis Folly to be Wise.”

A detached, uninterested look

is my favorite pick up line.

Rotting, oxidized plums

are my choice of fine wine.

Homeless streets and rotted benches

are my pick for a suitable bed.

He left love letters and Benjamins

on the floor for me to shred.

Without desire to destroy

I found myself so starved.

I didn’t realize I was empty

due to the hole that he had carved.

I wasn’t aware I longed for neglect

because that’s what I was used to.

I wasn’t aware I preferred the taste of poison

because it was the only flavor I knew.

I wasn’t aware I was comforted by danger

because after violence, came the embrace.

I wasn’t quite aware of anything until the

wounds healed and gone was his last trace.

~ j-r-morgan

Zaid Ismail

Author, life coach, and mental health activist. We need to change the narrative from disorders, illnesses, and survival to accountability, understanding, and thriving.

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