I'm wide open,
You came in and offered to give me a love that was only present in the highest level of heaven,
But you only ever had interest in finishing,
You felt my pain and sorrow while you touched deep inside of me,
You stared longingly into my eyes as if we were making love,
Every time you blinked I saw reality set in,
That this was something to me when it was nothing to you,
You're fingers caressed my soul,
And it felt good enough that I chose to stick around in hopes that one day I'd hit the jackpot,
But I failed to realize you were slowly crushing my spirit in hopes of finding yours.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
PoetryThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
