Something about this hurts.
Something about this makes me feel worse.
I couldn't tell you why the guilt eats
At the very thing that makes my heart beat.
Something about this gives me strife.
Something about this tells me to grab the knife,
To cut ties
And live on lies.
But something about this makes my heart sing,
And something about this makes me feel like trying.
Your company is all I need
On days when I can barely breathe.
The thing about this is complicated,
And I don't want to end up jaded.
You're very existence
Is reminiscent
Of place
Without a face
In the back of my mind
Where I find
The love I locked
In a titanium box.
Something about this is hard to define.
Something about this make me want to rewind.
YOU ARE READING
Just her Poetic Thoughts
PoetryThe deepest whispers of my mind cut open and put on display, Written in the 3 AM waves, To be read during the brightest days. To my best friend, my sister, my salvation, and my sanity. Thank you, Keilara
