High up in the slums of your love you can spot me teetering along the edge.
You dare push me in? After I've ignored every warning you sent, heeded every word you said?
I know you want me to blame myself, but how can I?
I didn't climb up here alone and yet I'm sitting all alone, questioning how'd I let myself get so down and low.
Maybe I was always destined to be this way, that I'm only lost when I am found.
Though, in truth was I ever found, since I'm aware that I'm lost? Yet for that matter, none us really know who we are. Though we pretend we do, which is all for naught.
We're all running in circles, some fainting from exhaustion while others taking flight from the backs of the broken.
Or at least that's how I see it,
tattooing all the words you've spoken
onto my lost hopes,
I'm hopeless.
YOU ARE READING
none of the things i've said
PoetryA collection of poems from a teenager battling social anxiety, depression, and teenage angst while navigating love on the road to self discovery and maturing. It's simply good fun. Well not all the time; sometimes it's about love. And heartbreak...
