Hey darling
did you planet flowers in my skin just to pluck their stems and crush their vines only to blame it on the wind
The smell of late night fire and the sounds of occasional liars plays back in my mind when I think of you and I
Admittedly, my good intentions left for town with a one trip ticket that took me away towards my new south
I'm starting to think that the only time we got along was when I was sad and broke and weak and thought you were fix me
I only think about it when I sleep talk walk and close my eyes but my therapist pleas things unsaid should stay in your head
So many things in my head
-darling darling darling was it love or did you love my need for you?
YOU ARE READING
Written for the fire
PoetryA collection of anonymous poems from my heart to yours. My hopes are that this makes you feel something, message for help or someone to talk too. Everyone is welcome and loved
