My heart is being ripped from my chest
She says she loves me but rarely we connect..
Does she see how I'm waiting?
Ever so impatiently,
I'm begging,
please hold me.
love me without having to ask.
Where did that voice go?
The one that told me everything's going to be okay?
And hugged me while I shaked?
My creativity is dark only from my memories
They blame me for my violence,
When they placed the tragedy.
God something is wrong with my brain,
God I'm in so much pain.
So let me love you darling,
Because I'm withering away.
YOU ARE READING
Poem Collection #2 //Written By Me //Tough, Soggy Stuff
PoetryA second book of my poems, kind of my journal but I like helping others feel heard as well. Most of it is sad or deep but I'll put a warning in the beginning of pages with more sensitive topics. ◇ Enjoy little bean ◇
