I know you like to fuck with my mind, drive me to the verge of insanity, causing me doubt upon doubt every step of the way, however, I am still here, deliberately fighting off all these shitty thoughts you keep bringing along my way. The chaos I often find myself spiraling into can be seamlessly attributed to so many fucking different reasons but it keeps coming back to you, your presence in my life, you are the link to each and every one of them. But then again your absence is not something attainable, for I have tried over and over before to get rid of you, yet here you are, cemented in my brain, like an air pollutant slowly contaminating my perception and ventilation can't really help me. I have been trying for so long to eliminate you and I shall continue to do so, however, perhaps I should try another strategy; to learn to keep you at bay instead of abolishing you, for the instant, you begin to touch my boundaries, it's like a sensitive trigger within the realms of my mind, whose nature has been chaotic for as far as I can remember.
I cannot separate myself from you, we are bonded for life, I have to live with you, you go hand in hand with all my traumas, but all I ask from you is to be gentle, with my mind and especially my heart, for I have an agonizing mind that overwhelms my cerebrum and a very fragile heart that bleeds a little too easily.
Thank you for reading this and I sincerely hope that we can all one day say a big fuck you to our insecurities and break off their chains.
Amalia G.
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Midnight Thoughts (Poetry)
Poesía" Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, it just has to touch someone where your hands couldn't " Poems reflect our souls & personally I find that terrifyingly incredible. #34 in poem 30.05.2018 #123 in poetry 04.06.2018 #40 in thoughts 29.05.2018
