Hope breeds internal misery.
They say 'patience is key'.
But I disagree.
Waiting for you
has become a task that irks me.
Like the currents
you come and go,
leaving behind feelings untold.
Facing you is my biggest fear.
I cannot think clearly
when you are here.
I hate you,
but I love you
it hurts me so much,
why must you deprive me of your touch?
You say you love me,
but my doubts are growing.
Everyone is trying to turn me against you,
and I think it's showing.
I imagine us together at last.
Me and you,
running in a field of grass.
Our Handmade Heaven is so near,
yet so far,
for you decided
to tear us apart.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry: Secret Garden
PoetryA book containing my poems. Some personal, some about my favorite shows, and some just written out of sheer boredom.
