There's something scary about commitment
Not because I can't commit to them
I'm afraid they can't commit to me
If I open up and show my fleshy parts
They'll run away
I paint myself to seem beautiful
But when you pull the paint away
I am a ripped canvas blank for all to see
A disaster
What about the days I can't bring myself
To get up?
What about the days that I just want to
Give up?
Who could love me at my worst
When I don't even have a best?
Who could love me
When I can't understand
Loving me at all?
YOU ARE READING
A Collection Of Stars
PoesieThis book will just be a collection of some of my poetry. I won't update regularly because I'm really busy but every once in a while I'll drop more in. I hope you enjoy everything! Also you can't repost or use any of my poetry without my permission...
