All I can do is dream
and sink deeper and deeper
into the soft embrace
of the cotton on my face,
lying in a pool of
self deprecation and hate.
Regret takes my heart
captive and choked
me until it was inactive,
her love is radioactive,
beautifully tragic,
I can't seem to
get past this.
The wetness finally
subsides and she has vanished,
waiting patiently until
I let her gain control
of my thoughts again.
—
11/26/21
2:19 AM
YOU ARE READING
The Words I've Never Said
PoetryA place where I put my soul on display for the world to see. Here's a closer look at the ups and downs of my consciousness. If I could use two words to describe my writing they would be an emotional rollercoaster. My goal is to heal those reading...
