A chapter about life getting better but still being in between being better and not being.
Insatiable
Are you satisfied?
Will you ever be?
I've spent my whole life wanting, searching endlessly for what will make me whole, I attempt to fill the bottomless pit that is me but I will always want more.
There will always be a hole where my heart should be.
Are you satisfied?
Will you ever be?
It's not that I'm unhappy with the world, I am unhappy with how I live in it, this deep sense of unfulfillment, I am nothing more than a box waiting to be ticked.
I think life is beautiful, I am simply insatiable.
When I finished writing my book I felt disappointed that there weren't enough pages, When I drink I chase that warm feeling until I can barely stand, when I create it's never good enough.
Always wanting more, and once it comes I will want more after that.
Are you satisfied?
Will you ever be?
My poems are never long enough, I am never drunk enough, my art is never colorful enough, nothing is ever enough.
I am never full.
I am never where I should be.
Are you satisfied?
Will you ever be?
Socially inept
I truly despise myself for being tone deaf.
You could drop every hint in the book and I still wouldn't know unless you told me.
I always think people are being nice when they are not, you can insult me and I wouldn't know until you said you were doing so.
They ask me to read the room but they speak a different language.
The amount of times I have thanked someone for calling me awful I couldn't tell you, it's more than I can count or will ever know.
The set of instructions everyone seems to understand fundamentally I have never had access to.
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Candlelit midnights
ПоэзияA poetry book written during a darker time in my life, covering topics like addiction and relapse along with happy and romantic moments. Although the original title was different I choose this title to represent how writing was a light in the dark...
