you're so good with words,
but i guess you never really learned,
why do you write about people,
who did nothing but watch you burn?
why do you whirl this destructive anger,
and let everything consume you,
do you find inspiration with all this rage,
and all the heartaches you've been through?
is this the ink to keep it all alive,
are you bound to end this soon?
i'm afraid you're starting to get addicted
with spiralling into your own doom,
i hope you remember
that writing is a way to vent it out,
it's supposed to help you,
when you decide not to speak using your mouth.
YOU ARE READING
a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
