torture.
that's what it is going through this alone.
staring at the ceiling,
tears blurring your vision,
but all you wish is to be held,
tears being wiped away by another,
assuring it will be okay.
that your not in this alone.
but instead,
you're alone.
wiping your own tears,
telling yourself you have to stop feeling so much.
you need to stop caring more than others.
torture is the word used to describe this.
torture,
going through your thoughts alone,
because eventually...
you told yourself to do it alone.
you told yourself to not burden them anymore with your thoughts.
sure it's torture,
but i'm still here.
YOU ARE READING
my lover poets
Roman d'amourthe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
