I don't know what the fuck I'm doing
It's late and I'm going to hate myself
When the alarm rings in the morning
I'm restless with thoughts of you
And all I want is to close my eyes
Without seeing your face
Invading the deepest parts of me
Seeping under the cracks
Infecting my bloodstream
And I don't know what would happen
If I didn't hear your voice in mine
Would I still be this broken?
My bones are weak
And my tongue is left with the taste
Of your name on my mouth
I want to spit you out
YOU ARE READING
Her Story
PoetryHello, it's been quite some time since I've last written a poem, and it's been years since I've tried being an active poet, let's hope the past few years have given me some new experiences to write about
