Back Up

No more will you find yourself in my space

Pacing with minus signs on your sleeves

Sending stress signals

Anxiety creeping

Love don’t cost a thingBut you keep buying into pain you never purchased to begin with

Silent tears you cry

Your voice rings out in an outrage

You’re too close to me back up

You keep moving close to me back up

Red lights flashing back up

Why do you drive from your trunk

Cruising in the front seat of my vessel minding my own business

They always come to disturb the peace I exert


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Shan Bae

Shan is a poet, graphic designer, and natural jewelry designer. I am open to connect and network with people who are interested in working with me. I would love to collaborate with others on writing or guest blogging. You are always welcome to send me a love letter on my blog to reach me as well. Send inquiries to:

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