flushed face, quickened pace,
sweaty palms and neck
head pounding, alarm bells sounding,
I'm a fucking nervous wreck
endless shoving, discouraged loving,
hopes cut off at the stem
lifeless eyes tell countless lies
no wonder I'm scared of them
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
