Poetry

27

☆ [this one's about the same person most of my other ones are about. shocker, i know]

Twenty-seven lines just to satisfy my urges

I want to keep it in me, yet i still can't help but purge and

Anxiety consumes me; it comes and goes in surges

Don't know what I believe in, but I'll pray to God in churches

My arm seems to hurt when I stretch it

I'm not a dog for your love, won't fetch it

Like a snowman in heat, my brain melts

Repressing everything I've ever felt

I'm realising now that it was never my fault

Locked away, lost the key, the answers in the vault

What's gotten in my eyes? Just pink glass and salt

You found her love again, so our's came to a halt

If you ever need a victim, I'm willing

Either way, it's always me that you're killing

Put me under your love charm or spell

Ask you how you are, 'I'm well'

I lick the blood from your face, it seems like you're forgetting

Never notice all my efforts, or the tables I am setting

You were busy with your life? Oh no, how upsetting

Everything I should've said, I'm dying and regretting

Twenty-seven lines just to satisfy my urges

Anxiety consumes me; it comes and goes in surges