All these highs and lows,
all these twists and turns;
I feel the world
won't stop spinning.
Imperfection feels
like pins and needles,
a desperate
unattainable desire
I cannot be rid of.
My hands cramp
from my carelessness,
trying to hold on
to things
that I need to let go.
Spewing up my burdens,
staining the floor scarlet.
My palms slip in it
as I steady myself,
my insides lurching up
all the torturous feelings
I gulped back
when I was afraid.
feeling blue, seeing red
YOU ARE READING
Titles are Overrated
شِعرThis is the equivalent of Notes app on your phone, so yeah, exposing myself. I guess it's considered poetry. Enjoy. :)
