I lay in bed
Scrolling down the endless stream
Gushing with pictures of you
Your hair is brown like chocolate
Eyes dazzling the stars
Hands small and strong
Then I stop
My heart beats faster
Bum bum bum
There you are, as careless can be
Your stomach flatter than Earth in the 1500's
My mind takes me to your perfectly figured legs
Amongst more
Drop
Saltier than the ocean a tear falls
Rolls down my chunky face
Finds home under my double chin
He was there
My nose burns
My heart clenches
As you clenched him inside you once
As he once held your small waist
Curse being a visual learner
Curse my mind effortlessly creating a horror film
But the irony is that
This wasn't a horror film
This is a documentary from true events
This is my real life horror film
Returning at night to haunt me, to torment me
But this time there's no power button
YOU ARE READING
Brain wired with Yarn
PoetryDeep thoughts by a random young adult that needs to be written down and told to somebody.
